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My mother’s killer wasn’t a man.
It was a woman.
And she’d been wearing stilettos.
Why was this coming back to me now?
And how the hell were they related?
Chapter Twenty-Five
Lexie
“Where have you been, stranger?”
Beau sat at the kitchen island, smoothie in hand and dressed for work. I hadn’t seen her last night. She seemed to come and go at odd hours, though I imagined if we weren’t here, Lincoln would do the same.
“Working like crazy.” She glanced away.
I had a feeling that was only partially true.
“Lincoln should go back to work to help you. We can figure out how to make our deliveries.”
Her shoulders slumped. “I’m so sorry, Lexie. I should’ve driven you yesterday.”
Thank goodness she hadn’t. Half a day with her behind the wheel had been harrowing enough, though I appreciated the gesture.
“You’ve helped so much. We can’t ask any more of you.”
“Is it because I almost ripped off your side mirror?” She flashed an apologetic smile from behind her glass.
“I’m pretty sure it was the parallel parking that did it.” I grinned. She really was an awful driver.
She made a face at me before she turned serious. “How are you feeling?”
I opened the refrigerator and retrieved a bottle of water. “Better. My head still has a dull pain but it’s nothing like it was.”
I rubbed the tender spot on my skull where I’d hit the concrete floor. It was truly a wonder I hadn’t sustained a fracture.
“That’s good news. Hopefully, the doctor’s report in a few days will be all clear.”
It had to be. I didn’t have more time to be so hands off in our business. The sip of water didn’t settle well at the thought of how we were going to keep it together. We needed to get back to a schedule instead of this winging it arrangement we were doing.
“Hope so.”
“Where’s Lincoln?”
I blushed thinking about Muffy delivering her my tank top. “He needed to go to the office for a while before helping us with our route today.” Guilt washed over me. It wasn’t fair he was having to work twice as hard to cover for my shortcomings.
“I have a few things to do this morning before I head that way. If you talk to him, will you tell him I postponed the closing on the Ludlow property? I’m waiting for an inspection report.”
“Sure.” I took a sip of water. “Isn’t that near my apartment?”
She nodded. “Yeah.”
“I didn’t know you had any projects in that area.” Then again, I had no idea where they did anything. I assumed they only dealt in luxury properties. Were they going to transform my street into something fancy-schmancy? What would happen to Mrs. Brooks? She couldn’t afford to pay rent in a high-end place.
Neither could I.
