Kat left her job six
years ago to open a landscaping business and pursue a less dangerous lifestyle.
She would never consider the offer her old partner and mentor Franklin Garrett
makes her if she didn’t owe him: She’s supposed to look after his daughter Willow during his absence, using her business for a
cover story.
Kat’s situation is
further complicated by Willow ’s interest in her. Can she trust her to be serious? Does she want her
to be?
Kat soon learns that
the danger is real, and she has to make some hard decisions…
Excerpt:
“You saw that sign in the window?
I do landscaping now. Unless you want me to overhaul your backyard, leave.”
Just like that, the trap fell
shut.
“That’s exactly what I’m here
for,” Franklin said.
Even though she’d had coffee less
than half an hour ago, Kat poured herself another cup, again, stalling. She
didn’t believe for a minute that he was here to hire her for a landscaping job.
He had come to collect. He wanted to hire her all right, draw her back into a
life she’d long left behind. No way. No fucking way.
“Right.”
“It’s the truth. I have no time
to take care of this, or even check for someone who would. The guy who used to
cut the grass every once in a while, moved away, and it’s a bit of a mess now.
When I heard you were in the business, I said a prayer in gratitude…too much?”
he asked when she couldn’t hide the amused smile.
“Way too much. Look, I have work
to do here. Unless you tell me the truth, I’m not listening to you. I’m not
even here, so don’t bother. Move. I need my chair.”
Kat turned to the file cabinets
and started taking out client files.
“Okay, okay. Sit down. The truth,
I promise.”
Against better judgment, she
halted, intrigued.
“I do need you to take care of
that mess in the backyard—”
“Franklin ,”
she warned.
“And you will do it,” he
continued. “You know it and I know it. You owe me, and I’m sure you already
figured out that this will be it. You’re getting off easy though. You have
three months, and I’ll pay you more than this little business of yours is
worth.”
Three months probably weren’t an
exaggeration. While she’d never seen his estate, Franklin
was loaded, and if his outdoor space needed work, it wouldn’t be done in a few
days. Curiosity had always been her weakness. She sat back down, watched him
take a photograph out of his wallet. He sighed before he laid it on the desk.
It was the portrait of an
attractive younger woman who would have caught Kat’s eye right away. Franklin ’s
next words, however, served as the equivalent of a cold shower.
“That’s my daughter Willow .”
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