Warrior by Vanessa Vale & Renee Rose

Author:Vanessa Vale & Renee Rose [Vale, Vanessa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Burning Desires

CHAPTER

SIXTEEN

MEGAN

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I pulled down a long drive to Lucas Straight’s vacation home about ninety minutes from Sparks. Considering how much money the guy was supposed to have, the place wasn’t as fancy as I expected. I guessed he had about twenty acres and a house with four or five bedrooms. It was the river that ran through the land that made the place valuable. I guessed he was a fisherman as much as a Viking lover and wanted better water access than a state-of-the-art kitchen.

That boded well for me, but I didn’t guess when it came to a job. Expect the unexpected, my father always said. While he wasn’t a Boy Scout, he also used their motto, always be prepared.

That was why I was here. I glanced around, took in the two-story farmhouse to validate everything my dad had shared. Security cameras in the eaves aimed at the front door. I’d recognized sensors as I turned onto the driveway. If someone was home, he or she knew I was here.

I parked my older Subaru far enough away where the license plate couldn’t be seen by cameras, slid on a pair of fake tinted glasses, fluffed the red-haired wig I’d put on beneath a cowgirl hat, and made my way to the front door. I rang the bell and took in the door. Solid wood. Deadbolt. Sensor in the top right corner. The windows that flanked it were new. Double pane. Closed even though it was eighty degrees out.

A woman came to the door wiping her hands on a dishtowel. Fifties. Not from around here based on the stylish cut of her hair and the designer brand on her jeans.

“Hi. I’m Lacey, and I’m here for the interview.” I smiled, trying to appear as benign as possible as I took in everything beyond the woman inside the house.

The woman frowned. “Interview?”

“For the farrier job,” I replied. Over her shoulder, I took in the entry, the stairs rising directly behind her with a hall beside that led, I assumed, to the kitchen. On one side of her was a den, the other a living room. They were simply furnished but professionally styled as if out of a magazine. Artwork hung on the walls. Even a tapestry by the fireplace.

“I’m sorry, I don’t even know what that is.”

I laughed, waved it off. “No one does. I’m a horse shoe-er.” I glanced left and right, pretending to be lost and scoped out the other security on the front. “I am at the right place, aren’t I? This is the Chalmers spread.”

The woman looked relieved at my words. “The Chalmers? I think they’re the next ranch down. Maybe the one after that. I’m only here a few weeks in the summer, so I haven’t met them yet.”

I closed my eyes for a second and tried to look sheepish. “Gah. Sorry! The land starts to look the same, and it’s not like there are house numbers this far out.”

She laughed with me. “No worries.”

I stepped back, gave a little wave and headed back to my car.

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