The Betrayed. Jana DeLeon

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      “Ah, now, see, I can’t answer that question without being in trouble with someone, so I’ll just say they’re both gorgeous in their own right and leave it at that.”

      “You’re a wise man.”

      Carter nodded. “Danae tells me William hired you to make the repairs.”

      “Yeah,” Zach said. “I just got a glance at the inside earlier, but it looks like my work’s cut out for me.”

      “Definitely.” He studied Zach for a moment. “This seems an odd choice of jobs for someone as young as you. I figured the reconstruction in New Orleans pays better and offers the nightlife.”

      The delivery of the statement was casual, but Zach knew a fishing expedition when he heard it. The sheriff’s seemingly pleasant disposition didn’t completely mask his shrewd observation skills. Zach had to be very careful, very deliberate, around this man. If he gave Carter any reason at all to suspect he wasn’t exactly who he claimed to be, he’d run him out of town on a rail.

      “The rates are better, that’s true. But I’ve been in the city all my life. Sometimes a man just needs to get away from everything—slow down a bit.”

      Carter nodded. “I get that. Did it myself earlier this year. Resigned my detective position with the New Orleans Police Department and came back home to run herd over a town with less people than my old apartment building.”

      Zach struggled to keep the surprise and worry from his expression. A young, inquisitive sheriff with big-city experience and connections was the last person he needed looking into his background. This was no small-town sheriff that could be easily fooled. “Any regrets?”

      “Not a single one.”

      “Then maybe I’m on the right track.”

      Carter smiled. “Did you get settled in the caretaker’s cabin?”

      “Didn’t bring much with me except work clothes and some tools. To tell the truth, I was feeling kinda stir-crazy, so I came to see if Danae was still here. Thought I could put together a supply list and get it filled this evening. Save me some time getting started tomorrow morning.”

      “Efficient. I like that. Well, guess I’ll leave you to it. Maybe I’ll see you in town sometime—buy you a slice of pie and coffee down at the café.”

      “That sounds like the best offer I’ve had in weeks. Nice meeting you.”

      “You, too,” Carter said as he strolled to his truck. He gave Zach a wave as he pulled away.

      Zach looked over at the entry, not surprised to see Danae still standing there, observing the entire exchange. She frowned as Carter’s truck pulled away, and Zach wondered if Danae wasn’t thrilled with her sister’s choice of men. He’d seemed nice enough but a person never really knew what went on behind closed doors.

      Maybe she wants him for herself.

      The thought came unbidden and he felt a twinge of jealousy, which irked him. He was in Calais to find answers and then get back to his real life in New Orleans. He’d pulled major strings to manage even a few weeks away. The absolute last thing he needed to do was waste any of his precious time with amorous thoughts of a woman who seemed annoyed at his presence.

      “I wasn’t expecting to see you back so soon,” Danae said as he approached the door, her tone telling him straight off she wasn’t the least bit happy to see him, either.

      “I was hoping to get a quick inventory—maybe get some of the supplies this evening.”

      “That’s what I heard. I’m going to be here another hour or so. Do you think you can cover enough ground by then?”

      He shrugged. “It will be more than I have now.”

      Danae opened the door wider and stepped back, allowing him to enter.

      “So,” he said as he stepped inside, “your sister and the sheriff?”

      She raised one eyebrow. “I didn’t take you for a romantic, Mr. Sargent.”

      “Please call me Zach. And maybe I was just interested in your sister.”

      She gave him the faintest of smiles. “Most men that have seen her are.”

      “Really? Then I guess it’s a real shame she’s settled on a guy who carries a gun for a living.”

      “You don’t like living dangerously?”

      Surprised at the slightly teasing tone of her voice, he smiled. “Not when it comes to women.”

      “Smart.”

      She turned and waved a hand toward the vast open entry. Zach couldn’t help but notice how her jeans curved over her hips, how her T-shirt clung to her full chest and tiny waist.

      “What did you have in mind?” she asked.

      “Huh?” Her question came at the worst possible time, because at that moment, none of the things he had in mind had anything to do with the repairs.

      “Well,” he drawled, hurrying to recover, “I thought I’d do a quick inventory of rooms to note the obvious items. I’m sure the list will expand as I begin work. Is there any problem in particular you’d like me to start with?”

      Danae nodded. “The power is my biggest concern. I will be working through the property records for William, and the office is one of those rooms where the power is out. I can haul the files to the kitchen to work, but it would make it easier to see in there...”

      Her voice trailed off and she frowned.

      “Is something wrong?” he asked.

      “It’s stupid.”

      “Why don’t you let me be the judge of that?”

      She stared off across the entry then finally blew out a breath before turning to face him. “It’s creepy, okay? I know that sounds foolish and girly and weak, but the room is creepy and the lack of lighting makes it worse.” She dropped her gaze to the floor.

      “It doesn’t sound foolish or weak at all. For my own well-being, I’m not touching the ‘girly’ comment.” He scanned the cavernous room, littered with columns with various sculptures and statues—all covered with layers of dust and cobwebs. “Look, I’m sure this place was beautiful once, but I have to tell you, it wouldn’t be someplace I’d choose to stay.”

      She looked up at him, a flicker of appreciation in her expression. “Really?”

      He held up one hand. “Swear. This place is gloomy and depressing. Your sister’s work in the kitchen gives me an idea of what it could look like, though.”

      Danae gave him an appreciative smile. “You’re right. I need to keep reminding myself that it will feel different after the repairs are made and we’ve managed a good scrubbing.”

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