Hot Revenge Box Set 2

Chapter 33

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?

selling it on at the same price he paid for

the agreed interest rate and the time period… he's… well, if he's

have any plans

you imagine he had an option on the place? He heads a multi-company international corporation, not a charity for retired

sinks in. My mind races. “But why would he do that? He’s an important man. He doesn’t

truly worked out what’s going on with them all in there…” He thumbs back into the house… “Jenny, James, Haswell and his wife… But they’re clearly all looking out for

turn his words over in

Lawrence Klempner…

he

the rest of

as though you've

on Haswell and I couldn’t find any. So far as I can see, he's as honourable as big business

under the collective family wing. Haswell’s making his best effort to do you a favour. A big favour. No offence meant, Kirstie, but there're not too many women in your position who would be made an offer like that by

didn’t do that

forget that. If you ever need my help, Kirstie, you can remember that I pay my debts too…” His gaze

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

air, are

at me. “Baxter’s still out

about him? I

way, as a way of coming back at me.” His

mouth drying, “You think he'll

I'll be looking. But...” He rocks his hand back and

His words hang, half-said…

something else though,”

curses under his breath, then breathes in, lets

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 behave

of

friends exactly, but long-term colleagues. We

it's someone

his head inclining.

than you, perhaps? A partner? A brother? A lover? Someone

at his teeth. “Not that I’m aware of. But I’ll think

to feel

his head,

Richard, Beth, Charlotte. You didn't mention

a laugh. “I understand why my daughter

don’t like Michael? Everyone

meeting of minds Jenny was opting for when she married him. It’s not as though he’s

being

a brow. “You

academic qualifications, the letters after his name, but whatever he feels inside, James isn’t good at expressing it well.

what?” Klempner seems

“Michael… has emotional intelligence.”

intelligence? Really? That's an

Slaver... Trafficker… Murderer…

realise that. It doesn't mean it's

realise that too.” He muses. “It's something Mitch is strong on.

hooker? I suppose if you can read people it's got to make you better at the job…” Then I choke on my own words. “Oh, God… I’m sorry…

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

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