His Wife by Ashley Hastings

Author:Ashley Hastings [Hastings, Ashley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ashley Hastings
Published: 2018-01-18T05:00:00+00:00

Eighteen

The next morning after breakfast Nathan asked me to take a drive with him.

"There's somebody I need you to meet." The twinkle in his eyes made it clear he wanted to surprise me with this introduction.

Excited, I rushed to get ready and met him out front. The driver, who I had since learned was named Jerry, opened the door and smiled at me. Nathan climbed in behind me.

"Do you ever just drive yourself?" I fastened my seatbelt and turned to face him on the soft leather seat.

"Of course, but honestly, I rarely go anywhere around here. I work, and I travel for work, but mostly I just like staying on the estate. There's certainly always something to do there."

He rubbed his chin with one hand thoughtfully. He hadn't bothered to shave this morning because he said he knew I loved his stubble. I smiled as I watched him. He was very sexy with his scruff.

"You know, we can get you a car of your own if you want, but Jerry is always available to you, too. I don’t want you to feel like a prisoner on the estate."

"I have my license, but at college I took the bus everywhere. A car was just too expensive to maintain. I had an old car in high school, but I sold it when I went off to school. If Jerry's game to drive me, I don't see the point in getting another car."

"We should switch your license over to Mississippi in case you get the urge to go somewhere on your own, but I have to confess I would rather you let Jerry drive. He can keep an eye on you; act as your security when you go places." Nathan seemed very serious as he spoke, but I thought he was joking.

I laughed. "From the little I've seen Mississippi seems a bit sleepy. How much trouble can I get into?"

"You'd be surprised." Nathan's tone was dry. "You now belong to an immensely wealthy family, Darby. We need to take reasonable precautions and be alert at all times. Sometimes people who look like friends are actually enemies."

I hadn't thought of it that way. I mulled his words over as we made our way through the small town. Maybe he wasn’t joking about my security after all. I stared out of the car window, lost in my thoughts. My mind drifted back to Lawson Jackson. Was he just one example of potential situations I should be concerned about? Was there more my husband wasn’t telling me?

I put my troubled thoughts to rest, and focused on the scenery. It was early October. Back home, we would be in the middle of fall, and thinking about how soon the first snow would arrive. Here, it was still in the nineties and very dry. More and more, the topic of conversation when visitors came to the estate was the drought and the worry that it would never rain again.

Soon, we were pulling up in front of an upscale-looking nursing home.

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