Chapter 18

Next I spoke to the host at Raphael’s and rescheduled for the following week, and finally I called my secretary. It felt a little odd calling from the parking lot, but it would be even odder to go back to my office, only to turn around and leave.

“Ms. Parker, I’ll be out for the rest of the afternoon.”

“Yes, sir. I’ll reschedule anything that comes up, for next week.”

“Thanks. Have a nice weekend.”

“I will. And I hope you do too, sir.”

Actually, I was going to have a fantastic weekend.

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The wrought iron gates that were supposed to keep outsiders out of Aspen Reach were set in stone walls that were eight feet high. I still would have felt happier if there had been a guard at those gates.

After the Realtor got us past them, we followed her to the clubhouse and parked beside her convertible. She waited for us to approach her car, and then slid out of the front seat.