“I need a couple more weeks to finish with the books at the library.”
“And then?”
“I’m trying to talk her into buying the house. Nothing down,” Kelli wheedled. “I might even throw in those carousel horses if she really wants them.”
“Can’t beat a deal like that,” Geoff said.
I nodded. But I knew something none of them did.
The Hello Telegraph had published a front-page article about the arrests and my part in them, and, incredibly, some tabloid had picked up the oneline mention of the salami and run with it. I hadn’t seen the headline myself, but I’d heard that it said, “Widow Kills with Salami!” Shortly afterward an inquiry had come to the Telegraph from some other publication about my availability for an interview. I had no proof this was the Braxtons, of course, and the inquiry had come from California, not Braxton territory. It could be a legitimate inquiry. But somehow it smelled Braxton to me, and down deep I knew they were still after me.
But maybe it was time to stop running. Maybe it was time to dig in my heels and turn and face the enemy.
But there was a whole clan of Braxtons, people capable of arson, dynamite, and who knew what else.
Yet if Mac decided to stay here in Hello … My thought when Charlotte yanked the chains around my neck, and they didn’t break, came back to me. Two chains are stronger than one.
“Well?” Mac prodded.
“I’m thinking.”
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