The House at Watch Hill by Karen Marie Moning

Author:Karen Marie Moning
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2024-10-02T00:00:00+00:00

Though deeply distracted, I managed to set up payment plans with my creditors and choose a local attorney to review the settlement papers. The latter proved simpler than the former. In Frankfort, I was destitute Zo Grey, who owed money to nearly every doctor and hospital in a hundred-mile radius. In Divinity, I was Ms. Grey-Cameron, heir to an unfathomable fortune.

Mr. Ian Laherty of Laherty, Logan & Associates assured me he would have a copy of the settlement papers sent to his office directly from Balfour and Baird—no need to trouble myself bringing them down—and a full report, reviewed by all partners, would be delivered to the manor at eleven tomorrow morning by him, personally, as he’d relish the opportunity to say hello and welcome me to Divinity. When I inquired about payment, he told me it was an honor for his firm to provide the service, and he hoped I might consider them for future business endeavors.

I sat for a time after we hung up, mulling the strangeness of my life (setting aside, for the moment, the murder attempts; I’m a pro at compartmentalizing), dwelling solely upon how bizarre it felt to be courted by businesses, rather than bullied, threatened, and treated like the shadiest of debt dodgers.

When I found the ropes at the south porch door, I studied them intently, deciding irritably that although they looked frayed, they might have been manipulated to look frayed, and I could draw no firm conclusions about them.

It was early evening by the time I made my way to the kitchen to find food. I’d not eaten since breakfast, and apparently a brush with death was a shot of steroids to my appetite, because I was desperately, shakily ravenous. I glanced out the window as I passed through the front foyer, hoping to catch a glimpse of the bodyguards, but there were no men stationed on the porch.

Hurrying to the kitchen, I spied all four standing out by the pool, wearing headpieces and carrying guns, one giving orders, the others nodding.

Candy, I thought, staring.

I have a sweet tooth for a certain type of man, and James Balfour had stationed four decadent pieces of candy outside my door. As if Devlin wasn’t temptation enough. These men would hopefully be of short duration. Perhaps they rotated out and were replaced every few days. Or, I mused, I could request replacements and not feel guilty because this type of professional likely had a waiting list of high-paying employers. I had a feeling James Balfour would do anything I asked, so long as I stayed.

My gaze drifted from one ruggedly attractive man to the next, as I pondered which man I was going to—

What was wrong with me?

Not only was I behaving as if I had no intention of leaving, I was scoping out a potential lay! It seemed Kellan had awakened a fire in me that could only be put out one way.

Not. Happening.

Shaking my head, I hurried to the fridge, heaped pork chops and

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