Who was Marcus Grant, and what made him so sure she had secrets?
Because he sounded absolutely certain.
Chapter 10
Frankie waved goodbye to George, who’d picked the cottage lock with embarrassing ease.
Which meant Marcus hadn’t even tried.
It was like he wanted her to be miserable. The question was why. Yet another mystery on the Marcus D Grant Investigation Board.
What in the hell did that D really stand for? Devil.
Why so many scowls?
What is his secret?
Does he know my secret?
Why does he want me to be miserable?
She stepped inside Just One More Chapter, greeted by the obnoxious tinkle of a bell.
“Finally!” A pregnant woman waddled toward her, clutching a massive pink binder like it held the secretsof the universe. “Harriet said you’d be here in a jiff.” The binder was thrust into Frankie’s hands.
Stunned by the verbal assault, Frankie cycled through possible responses. Explanatory, witty, homicidal, but kept her mouth shut. None of them were permitted to fly. They were no better than the drivel her staff gave her when they were late to a pitch meeting or failed to come prepared with a worthy idea.
“I’m here to meet with Vivian, the owner.” She assumed this was Vivian, but assumptions had a way of tripping the under-caffeinated.
“I’m Vivian…” The woman grimaced and gripped her belly. “Change of plans.”
“What kind of change?”
“Baby’s coming. Two weeks early.” She puffed out three quick breaths.
Frankie scanned the empty store. “Who’s training me?”
“It’s all in there.” Vivian pointed at the binder.
