Keegan (Wounded Hero Book 1) by Marysol James

Author:Marysol James [James, Marysol]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-10-15T18:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

One week later

Trish rushed down the hallway from her bedroom, hair still dripping wet from the shower, tugging her robe around her as she ran. The doorbell had been going ceaselessly for well over a minute and she’d cut her shower short to answer it. Meredith was at her older son Alan’s house for a birthday brunch and Trish was home alone.

“Coming!” she hollered at the door. She banged her knee on one of the crazy-expensive hall tables and stumbled a bit. “Shit! Coming!”

She reached the door, glanced wildly at herself in the mirror. Yep, she was as big of a mess as she’d imagined, hair straggling and soaking over her cheap terrycloth bathrobe, her face a drop-dead-sexy tomato-red from the heat of the shower and then the mad hurry to the door.

Oh hell, who cares? You looking to impress the delivery guy bringing your new work uniform?

She gave her hair a cursory little fluff – it didn’t make any difference but Trish felt better somehow – and opened the door.

“Good morning!” Trish said cheerily.

The man standing there blinked a bit at the wreck in front of him. “Erm… hi.”

“Hi.”

“Ummm… I have a registered letter for…” He glanced down. “Trish Montgomery.”

“A letter?”

“Yes. A letter.”

“Not a box?”

“No. Definitely not a box.”

“Well… I’m expecting a box. I’m not expecting a letter.”

“Are you Trish Montgomery?”

“I am.”

He held the letter up so she could see the name. “It’s for you. A letter, not a box.”

“Ah. OK.” She shrugged. “A letter it is.”

“I’ll need to see some ID, ma’am.”

“Of course.” She shivered a bit at the chill and tightened the belt around her. “Could you just wait a moment?”

“Mmm-hmmm.”

She shut the door and left him standing on the porch – she’d watched too many damn episodes of CSI and Law and Order to let a strange man into the house, after all – and retrieved her purse from her bedroom. After presenting her driver’s license and signing for the delivery, she shut the door against the fierce autumn wind and opened the large envelope as she walked to the kitchen to pour herself a cup of coffee.

She’d barely taken four steps when she saw the smaller white envelope within the manilla one – a small white envelope with the name ‘Thalia’ written on it in black pen, and a dragon logo in the left corner.

Trish froze, her heart racing.

A registered letter this time? What the fuck?

Her fingers trembling, she opened the envelope and winced when she saw the instructions:

$1200. SATURDAY AT NOON. THE BEAN CAFE.

Trish stared at the meeting time in horror: Noon on Saturday? She and Keegan were supposed to be at Open Skies Ranch by noon that day and anyway, what the actual hell was going on here? Bulldog had never before sent the blackmail demand by registered post; never before set the drop-off time for a few days later. It was always delivered by hand to her personal space, and she never had more than hour to get her ass and the cash to the meet-up spot.

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