Scent of Roses ; Season of Strangers by Kat Martin

Author:Kat Martin
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: MIRA Books
Published: 2019-05-15T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWO

Julie Ferris shoved open the front door of her office on the corner of Canon and Dayton in Beverly Hills. Donovan Real Estate, a company that specialized in palatial-sized homes and properties, had been a fixture in the area for more than twenty years. Julie had been with the company for eight of those years, starting as a receptionist during her term at UCLA. She never thought she would wind up in a sales position—top sales—she corrected, thinking of the money she earned each year and the plaques that covered her office walls.

She stopped at the receptionist’s desk, dark mahogany, polished to a mirror-gloss sheen, the Queen Anne tables in front of the off-white sofa and chairs equally expensive and well-cared for.

“Any messages, Shirl?” Julie asked the voluptuous bleach-blond girl behind the desk, the only thing out of place in the elegant, conservative interior. “I meant to get in earlier, but my car wouldn’t start. I had to call Triple A and have them jump-start the battery.” She rubbed the bridge of her nose, trying to ignore the painful headache building behind her eyes.

“It’s been kinda slow so far,” Shirl said as she popped open a tube of bright red lipstick and began to smooth it over her pouty lips. Shirl was Patrick Donovan’s contribution to the office staff. His father had founded Donovan Real Estate and run the business for all but the last three years. A stroke had left Alexander Donovan partially paralyzed and his playboy son in charge. Shirley Bingham was a leftover from one of Patrick’s numerous affairs.

“There’s a call here from Owen Mallory and one from a Dr. Marsh,” Shirl said, putting the lipstick back in her purse. “The rest are on your desk.”

“Thanks, Shirl.” At least the woman was conscientious. She still carried a torch for Patrick, but then so did half the women in Beverly Hills. “Has Babs come in? I’ve got a client who’s interested in one of her listings.” Barbara Danvers was another sales associate, and Julie’s best friend.

“Sorry, Ms. Danvers hasn’t come in yet, but she phoned in a couple of times for her messages.”

“If she calls again, find out if she’s got plans for dinner. Tell her I’m tired of eating alone.”

“Will do, Ms. Ferris.”

Julie picked up her burgundy leather briefcase and started toward the door that led to her private office, one of the perks of being in a top sales position. Unconsciously, she rubbed her temple. The headache was building, growing with every minute. They’d been getting worse each day for the past two weeks, the first one hitting after she and Laura had spent the day together on the beach.

That was the reason for the message from Dr. Marsh. Three days ago, she’d awakened with a migraine so severe she couldn’t get out of bed. She’d been dizzy and nauseous, the pounding in her temples so excruciating four Advils hadn’t been able to numb it. She had gone to see Dr. Marsh that

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