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17
Oh, no. No. No. No.
She stared at the woman standing on the doorstep. Despite the heavy heat of the sun, she was dressed in a calf-length skirt, matching jacket, and high heels. Along with a wide-brimmed hat and a pearl necklace and earrings. She looked like the epitome of money and class.
Too bad expensive clothes and money couldn’t turn you into a good person. A well-dressed, clean-shaved man with gray hair stood behind her.
Winifred Hartfield looked her over with a sniff of disapproval. She glanced down at her tank top and shorts. Her hair was tied back in a messy bun. She’d been heading to the kitchen for a snack when she’d heard the doorbell.
“Well, it seems the private investigator had his facts right. You really are living here in this den of inequity.”
Den of inequity? What the hell?
“Mrs. Hartfield, what are you doing here?” And how could she get her to leave? As quickly as possible?
“I’m here because your mother saw fit to tell me about my grandsons.”
Her grandsons? The one’s she hadn’t even known existed? What had her mother been thinking? How had she even gotten in touch with Winifred? Wasn’t she off somewhere with Rex?
“Looks like you’ve moved up in the world,” Winifred glanced over her shoulder at the house beyond. “But at what cost to those darling grandsons of mine?”
“Your grandsons? The same grandsons that you paid me to abort?”
The older woman’s eyes narrowed as a flash of anger filled her face. The gray-haired man reached up to place his hand on the other woman’s arm. Brave. Wasn’t he worried that he’d develop a case of frostbite?
“Winifred, perhaps you should tell Ms. Lane why we’re here.”
Oh, Aspen knew why she was here. To make her life a living hell.
“You misunderstood my earlier offer, Aspen,” Winifred said. “I know what a burden the boys must be to a single mother alone, I merely wish to offer my help by taking over as their guardian. Which would leave you free to engage in your sick, twisted fantasies with that man you are now living in sin with.”
Aspen’s whole world dropped away with those words. “Wh-what are you talking about?”
“After your mother told me about my grandsons, I sent a private investigator to check up on them since you never saw fit to keep in touch.” She sniffled as though upset.
Aspen knew better. The devil didn’t have feelings.
“Keep in touch? You gave me a thousand dollars, told me to get rid of those brats and to get out of town.”
“I never said that.”
“Really? It’s so sad when dementia strikes the elderly.” Obviously spending time with Molly was having an excellent effect on her.
The older woman took in a shocked breath. “Excuse me?”
“No, I won’t. Now, you listen to me. You’re having nothing to do with my sons. You are nothing to them. I don’t know why you’re pretending to be interested in them now, but I want nothing to do with you.”
The other woman narrowed her gaze. “Is that so?”
She crossed her arms over her chest, proud she wasn’t backing down. She might be shaking on the inside but this bitch would never know. “It is.”
“I was hoping we could be civil about this, I should have known better. Don’t think that you can spew insults at me and I’ll back off. We’re talking about my grandsons’ well-being and morality.”
What?
“I know who you’re living with. I know about the terrible, immoral things you engage in, and I will not allow my grandsons to be raised by a sexual deviant.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
