Baby, Species Intervention #6609 Book One by JK Accinni

Author:JK Accinni [Accinni, J.K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: JK Accinni
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 6

Robert sat in his library, elegantly sipping from a hand-blown crystal snifter. He enjoyed watching the color of his favorite brandy, looking through the glass as he rotated the crystal in the light of the fire. Eli was overdue, but he should arrive momentarily. He’d better. Anticipation made him restless. He anxiously awaited the pleasure he derived from tabulating the income Eli had collected from Netty’s tenement farmers. He smiled to himself, thinking of the windfall the land was bringing him, even though he’d lost the other deal on the acreage shortly after Netty ran off.

He thought about Netty. He rarely worried about her. He knew how to find her. Where else would she be likely to go? He’d heard the rumors of the drifter she’d allowed to take up residence with her. Together they’d apparently made quite an improvement to the property. Maybe he wouldn’t sell it just yet, after all. He didn’t fear Netty or her drifter. Well, well, she has turned out to be a wanton trollop after all, has she not? He chuckled to himself, thinking of the rumored age difference between the two. He dismissed the strange tales of Netty’s produce and her orchards, along with the gossip about Netty’s looks. How the cow had even been able to attract the drifter was beyond him. He thought seriously about killing them both. He could make it look as if the drifter had done it. Then he would go in as the patient and forgiving husband, deftly claiming the property.

The sale of some of the acreage would make things much easier for him. His sisters had developed a habit of stopping by to complain about their shortness of funds, expecting him to subsidize them after their wealthy husbands put them on leashes. Their expenses overwhelmed him. He thought of the horses, their yearly wardrobes, their entertaining and the extravagant galas, all pathetic attempts to stay relevant. Their husbands had long ago exhausted their patience with their spending, but Robert found it difficult to say no. Perhaps it was because, as their only brother, he felt a familial obligation. Or maybe, as the youngest, he found it the only way to lord over them. Either way, they created a significant drain on his finances.

A more pressing concern involved a rumor he’d heard at the courthouse. Only a whisper as of yet, but it appeared the federal government was weighing the benefits of legalizing alcohol, actually repealing Prohibition. That would be disastrous for him. If true, he might not have much time, although the feds were notoriously inept.

Taking another sip, his housekeeper appeared. Big Martha’s name fit her precisely. She was big and black, her impassive face clearly having seen plenty, wisely knowing how to keep all to herself.

“Mr. Eli done returned, Mr. Doyle, sir. He sent word up from the carriage house. Sure, sure. He says ta tell you he gone an picked up a present for you from one a the farms he visited. He said she be needin’ some supper.

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