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“Yeah,” Jake answered.
“What the hell did she want?”
Jake picked up the small envelope and shook a key out of it. “She left this for Lex. Said she’s selling Brian’s house and that there’s some stuff in the attic Lex might want.”
“Think it’s legit?”
“Easy enough to find out.”
“What is?” Taryn asked, emerging from the kitchen.
Jake repeated what he had just told Ian.
“Well, that explains why the hairs on the back of my neck were prickling.” Taryn scowled. “The woman’s got brass ones, coming in here like that after all the trouble she caused. What else did she say?”
“Nothing.” Jake shrugged. “Just to give this to Lex and to return it to Pine Ridge Realty when she was done.”
“That’s it?” Taryn mused. “What is she up to?”
“Maybe she’s not up to anything,” said Jake. “It has been ten years.”
Ian snorted. “Yeah, right.”
“So, what are you going to do?” Taryn turned to Ian. “You know Lex would want to know, especially if there really is anything of Brian’s still there.”
“Yeah,” Ian agreed, “but I don’t trust Kayla. I’ll check with Pine Ridge Realty, then head over myself and check it out first before telling Lex.”
Chapter Six
Annette Goldman, ownerof the You Deserve It Travel Agency and general pain in the ass, made a beeline for Kayla’s desk seconds after she arrived. “Didn’t you get my message? You didn’t return my call.”
Kayla summoned her patience. She slipped her purse into her desk drawer and gave her harried boss the same smile she used on particularly difficult clients. “I did, but you said only to call back if it was before midnight.”
Annette’s face pinched momentarily, putting her latest Botox injection to the test before it smoothed out into the familiar mask.
It was no secret that Annette did not approve of Kayla’s single, carefree lifestyle, though perhaps it was more a case of envy than anything else. Annette despised her husband. From what Kayla had seen at agency parties, she didn’t blame her. The man was short, bald, and fancied himself as something of a ladies’ man. He excused his inability to hold down a steady job by claiming an “entrepreneurial spirit,” but the truth was, he was just lazy and content to live off Annette’s business savvy. Their son, now in his late twenties, was a self-proclaimed YouTuber and lived in the basement, recording himself playing video games. If Annette could divorce the sloth without having to give him half of everything, she would do it in a red-hot minute.
