My brows flew up.
Harvest was my favorite place ever, but over an hour away.
“Boone…”
“Tell him to text me, Net.”
I swallowed hard and turned to Weaver once Boone had hung up. “He wants you to text him what you want from Harvest.”
Weaver’s mouth twitched. “Will do. I’ll get Eddy. You meet us there.”
I headed back to my car, not missing the two women who were watching me from a shop just down the road from where I’d parked my car.
I gave them both a finger wave and got in.
Gail turned her back on me.
Felicia flipped me off.
Bitch.
The drive to Sawyer’s office wasn’t long.
It was actually right in the middle of town, front and center right next to town hall.
Sawyer Windsor was a financial advisor and made so much money that it was scary.
He was the one that also helped me invest my own money, though I was sure I was small potatoes compared to his normal clients.
I parked next to Boone’s motorcycle and got out, heading for the front door.
I smiled at the receptionist but didn’t stop to talk to her.
She frowned at me questioningly, but I didn’t stop to explain.
I walked into Sawyer’s place of business so much without announcing myself that it was comical.
He might as well be my own father at this point, that was how much I visited him.
I loved Sawyer, and sometimes, I wished he were my own father. I liked to pretend sometimes what it would be like to have a father who cares, and not one that constantly told me I was going to hell for my sins.
But the shocking thing in all of this was that I would never want to take Sawyer away from Boone. Boone already had the fight of his life on his hands with his mother, and he didn’t even know it.
At least, I thought he didn’t know it.
I was shocked and surprised two minutes later when Boone explained the reason for my visit, “We’re setting up a sting that will catch my mother in one of about a hundred lies and fraud schemes that she set in motion when she married my father.”
I blinked.
Weaver and Eddy shifted in their seats, listening but not adding any input.
Weaver wouldn’t know what this meant, seeing as he didn’t know Gail Windsor. My sister and I, on the other hand…
“Start over,” I said. “Go to the very beginning.”
“After you left.” Boone’s voice broke, and he cleared it before continuing. “I listened. I looked into what you said.”
I frowned. “What did I say?”
