“Our solicitor.”
Baird shrugged as he wiped a napkin over his mouth. “Well, that’s that. We’ll need to find another property.”
“Is this for the hotel and spa?”
I looked at Ains and nodded. “Braden Carmichael owns the castle. He won’t see us for some reason.”
“Maybe he’s not a football fan.”
Nah, there was something else going on. “If we could just talk to him …”
“Or we look for another property.”
I wanted that castle. I had my heart set on that property. It was perfect for our plans.
My gaze moved past Baird out the window and it was as if my mind had conjured her.
Across the street, standing outside a building and helping a guy unload boxes and bags from his truck was Beth bloody Carmichael.
No way. “What the fuck?”
Baird and Ainsley followed my gaze as Beth carried a box inside the building. What was she doing here?
“What is it?” Ainsley waved a hand in front of my face.
“Do you know what’s going on there?” I nodded across the street as Beth reappeared out of the door.
“Is that your hot neighbor?” Baird leaned closer to the window.
“It’s the local food bank,” Ainsley answered. “Looks like the volunteers are unloading supplies.”
Food bank? Volunteers?
“That is Beth. Fuck … she’s gorgeousandshe helps feed those in need.” Baird grinned at me. “I don’t know how you can hate her.”
Ainsley practically pressed her forehead to the window to see. “Hate who? What hot neighbor? Can someone catch me up?”
“See that stunning blond … that’s Keen’s neighbor. He can’t stand her for some reason he has yet to divulge.”
Brother and sister turned to stare at me with twin curious expressions.
I ignored them, watching Beth stride back into the food bank.
Who cared if she volunteered at a food bank? That didn’t fundamentally change who she was. But I didn’t need tolikeBeth to ask for her help.
And by help, I meant cashing in on that favor she owed me.
“I know how we can get a meeting with Braden.”
“What? Huh?” Baird screwed up his face comically. “Don’t change the sub?—”
“Beth.” I gestured to the window. “She owes me a favor.”
“And?”
I looked Baird in the eye. “Her name is BethCarmichael. She’s Braden Carmichael’s daughter.”
Understanding dawned on Baird’s face. Then delight. “We’re going to get this meeting.”
