RY
stepfather's house in Chestnut Hill. I ne
r, he simply handed me a black, heavy-stock business ca
," Collier said, "I'll be
ou," and walked toward the oppressiv
oor. Her eyes widened with a mixture
psister, Haleigh, were sitting on a plush white sofa, sipping tea. Th
frown. "You're back," she said, her voice dripping wit
nocent concern. "Avery, you look terrible. The day
sy made me
glass coffee table with a deliberate thud, l
's mine. The documents for the 15% share in the Ve
ery," she said, adopting her haughty, society-matron tone, "we ha
gh. "Oh, I completed it. Just no
rriage certificate, and slapped it down
eigh stared at the document a
, her voice a shrill shriek. "
e insane, Avery! Do you know that Mr. Austen has agreed to invest in our
detached calm. "That was just your pla
ill before he died. After I get married, I will have the right to i
o marry me before I get these
ring gaze held her back. She couldn't afford a scene in the G
, retrieved a folder and a set of keys, a
m up. I turn
IER
t a street corner with a clear view
ertips. I kept seeing her eyes from last night. The way she'd looked when she s
y grandfather, A
ed the car. "Kid, I heard you took
e. "Your intel is as g
denying it. "And
rupted, so loud I had to pull the phone from my ear. "That's my boy! Fi
e. "Her name is Velasquez," I
oughtful, intrigued. "Velasquez? The boutique hotel
my cigarette. "She's a
to see me soon. And make sure she's not getti
fingers over the cover, and scanning the names and dates
waiting for this mom
gate. Her back was ramrod straight, like a sma
arette out and st
wering the passenger window. I raised an ey
d in, and tossed the folder and keys onto the dashboard. She le
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