Hot Revenge Box Set 2

I scrutinize that crack in my footprint.

Need to get new boots soon…

Or I’ll have wet feet…

“I'm scared,” I admit.

His voice is soft. “Of what? Committing? To him?”

“No, not exactly. What if it all went wrong?”

I know that I sound like some spoiled child, complaining about homework or the wrong cookies with my milk, but the words keep coming… “What if I lost my job? Or Ryan was doing badly? If we couldn’t pay, we could lose everything.”

Klempner shrugs. “So, what’s the difference with that to paying rent for the rest of your life? That’s always going to be money down the drain. If you’re on a mortgage, you’re building it up.” He sniffs, scratches his nose. “It seems to me, that you need to sort out your priorities; to decide what it is you really want…”

He’s making a lot of sense…

But he keeps talking. “… Too many people go through life making do. If you fuck up what you really want, you could spend the next twenty years of your life regretting it, before you get another chance.”

“Like you did?”

His gaze goes distant, staring off down at the lake. “Like I did.”

Why are you talking to me like this?

Lawrence Klempner in the role of agony aunt…

However, my good sense rules and I keep that thought firmly inside my head where it belongs.

But I do keep speaking. “It’s just… it’s such a huge amount of money. I’m really worried we can’t afford it.”

Klempner sucks at his cheeks. “You work for Haswell? Do I have that right? And he’s arranging the purchase for this Mill you want to buy?”

“Yes, that's right.”

“And your Ryan, what does he do?”

“He owns his own company. They make heating and ventilation systems. He's doing a lot of contract work right now for James and Richard.”

“He’s the company director?”

“He is, yes.”

“So… his files are a matter of public record. Haswell probably has a very good idea of what he's worth too. And he knows what size of orders Ryan’s company is likely to pull in over the next few years?”

“I suppose so.”

Klempner huffs. “There’s no suppose about it. You don't get into Haswell’s position without having a knack for putting a value on people.” He levels a finger at me. “If he thinks you can afford it, you can afford it. And he’s the one offering you the sale and setting the price.”

Still I hesitate.

He lets out air. “Kirstie, you do realise that Haswell's selling it to you under value?”

He is?

was selling it on at the

But I heard what he’s offering you. With the terms of payment, the agreed interest rate and the time period… he's… well, if he's not losing money, he could have made a lot more by following his original plans for the

have any plans

head. “Really? So why do you imagine he had an option on the place? He heads a multi-company international corporation, not a charity for retired friends and impecunious

My mind races. “But why would he do that? He’s an

there…” He thumbs back into the house… “Jenny, James, Haswell and his wife… But they’re clearly all looking out for each other… Haswell seems a decent enough man. But you can be

turn his words over in

Lawrence Klempner…

much does he

the rest of

talk as

eye-flashes me, suppressing a smile. “Once… in my previous life… I went looking for skeletons on Haswell and I couldn’t find any. So far as I can see, he's as honourable as big business ever allows.” He aims a finger at me.

Kirstie, but there're not too many women in your position who would

do

I’ll not forget that. If you ever need my help, Kirstie, you can remember that I pay my debts too…” His gaze turns distant again… “… or I’m trying

is looking into the distance, scanning over field and lake and wood and

taking the air, are you? You’re watching for

at me.

about him?

the worst possible way, as a way of coming back at me.” His eyes flash fury. “I have no reason to believe he’s given up on that.” He chews his lower

drying, “You think he'll come

certainly not. He knows I'll be looking. But...” He rocks his hand back and forth... “Just

His words hang, half-said…

though,” I say,

then breathes in, lets it

over his head. “Baxter insisted that I betrayed him, and I still don't understand why. He said I’d abandoned him. Left him for the police. We've known each other a long time. He knows I wouldn't

two of

exactly, but long-term colleagues. We knew each

someone else,

head inclining.

A brother? A lover? Someone close enough

teeth. “Not that I’m aware

into silence and I begin to feel awkward.

head, jolting slightly.

about everyone else; James, Richard, Beth, Charlotte. You didn't mention

snorts, but his eyes are cracking a laugh. “I understand why my daughter is

Michael? Everyone

it’s a meeting of minds Jenny was opting for when she married him. It’s not

not being

cocks a brow. “You think

the letters after his name, but whatever he feels

what?” Klempner seems

“Michael… has emotional intelligence.”

brow rises further. “Emotional intelligence? Really? That's an idea I

Slaver... Trafficker… Murderer…

It doesn't mean it's not

“It's

make you better at the job…” Then I choke on my own words. “Oh,

doesn’t seem offended. More amused. “Perhaps. Still…