Rodney asked.
“I’m twenty-one, Mr. Allen. Some people would tell you that’s too young to know much, but me, I think it’s more about what you’ve done with your time than actual years,” she said.
Kyle had pulled out his phone and was tapping away on it. He frowned at whatever he saw and then tapped some more before shoving it roughly into his pocket. Rodney, who’d leaned back and looked over his shoulder, suddenly smirked.
“Wow, Lisa. Kyle just found that you’re listed on both companies’ websites. Impressive work, young lady,” he said.
There it was. Declan hadn’t mentioned building that kind of backstory into her false identity. Anyone searching Lisa Renault shouldn’t have found anything at either company. Her mother, Lisa Reynolds, worked at Lupine, but hadn’t used her maiden name in over twenty-two years. Yet somehow, both websites had been modified to list her by her false name.
Sometime in the very near future, she was going to ask that young warlock some very pointed questions about what was really going on. She had a flashback: a severely wounded Declan, lying in her arms, suddenly waking and looking straight into her eyes. “We’re going to have to buy him lots of clothes,” Declan had said. She still didn’t know what that meant. When she had asked him, he’d acted confused, but her senses told her he was being evasive. She hadn’t pressed him on any of it… yet.
“So she really might be able to figure out what happened to Morris?” Dustin asked Shorty.
“That’s why she’s here,” the compact guide said, voice raspy.
“Do you know them?” Carl asked. She raised her eyebrows in confusion. “You know—Chris Gordon? Tatiana Demidova?”
“Yes,” she said, biting into more beef. Her plate was heaped with food, a fact that some of the men were just starting to realize.
“Personally?” Carl pressed.
She frowned. “Yes. Why?”
“He’s angling for an introduction. Carl is a partner in a private equity firm,” Hutch said.
“So you’d want to meet Tanya. Chris doesn’t care about that stuff. Send me an e-mail proposal and I’ll forward it to her. No promises. She gets a lot of this stuff,” she said.
“Looks like you can cross Demidova Corp off your prospect list as well, Kyle,” Rodney said with glee. Definitely a rivalry of some type there.
“What do you do, Mr. Allen?” she asked.
“I’m a dentist. So is Dustin. We have a practice down in Bangor,” he said.
“You’re all regulars here, aren’t you?” she asked. They all nodded, looking slightly surprised at her insight.
Rodney answered. “Dustin and I have been here for the last three years. Carl and Hutch have been coming as long as Morris did. This is Kyle’s second year,” he said. “Shorty’s a great guide.”
“How has the hunting been this year?” she asked.
“Before Morris died? Pretty crappy. Hardly seeing any deer or even sign,” Hutch said.
“You think the bear that killed Morris drove the deer away?” Dustin asked.
“A large predator in a new territory will definitely disrupt game patterns,” she said.
Kyle got up from the table and went behind the bar, coming back with two shot glasses and a bottle of Tito’s vodka. He set both glasses down in front of her and poured vodka into both and then picked up the one nearest him. Then he set the bottle down in front of her.
“We got off on the wrong foot, me being insulting and disbelieving you and all. Here’s to new beginnings,” he said, voice way more challenging than conciliatory.
“Kyle, she told you she doesn’t drink,” Hutch said, annoyed.
“That’s okay, Hutch. He’s not used to being told no. I’m still saying no—I’m just going to punish him for not listening,” she said, picking up the glass and drinking it
“I’m twenty-one, Mr. Allen. Some people would tell you that’s too young to know much, but me, I think it’s more about what you’ve done with your time than actual years,” she said.
Kyle had pulled out his phone and was tapping away on it. He frowned at whatever he saw and then tapped some more before shoving it roughly into his pocket. Rodney, who’d leaned back and looked over his shoulder, suddenly smirked.
“Wow, Lisa. Kyle just found that you’re listed on both companies’ websites. Impressive work, young lady,” he said.
There it was. Declan hadn’t mentioned building that kind of backstory into her false identity. Anyone searching Lisa Renault shouldn’t have found anything at either company. Her mother, Lisa Reynolds, worked at Lupine, but hadn’t used her maiden name in over twenty-two years. Yet somehow, both websites had been modified to list her by her false name.
Sometime in the very near future, she was going to ask that young warlock some very pointed questions about what was really going on. She had a flashback: a severely wounded Declan, lying in her arms, suddenly waking and looking straight into her eyes. “We’re going to have to buy him lots of clothes,” Declan had said. She still didn’t know what that meant. When she had asked him, he’d acted confused, but her senses told her he was being evasive. She hadn’t pressed him on any of it… yet.
“So she really might be able to figure out what happened to Morris?” Dustin asked Shorty.
“That’s why she’s here,” the compact guide said, voice raspy.
“Do you know them?” Carl asked. She raised her eyebrows in confusion. “You know—Chris Gordon? Tatiana Demidova?”
“Yes,” she said, biting into more beef. Her plate was heaped with food, a fact that some of the men were just starting to realize.
“Personally?” Carl pressed.
She frowned. “Yes. Why?”
“He’s angling for an introduction. Carl is a partner in a private equity firm,” Hutch said.
“So you’d want to meet Tanya. Chris doesn’t care about that stuff. Send me an e-mail proposal and I’ll forward it to her. No promises. She gets a lot of this stuff,” she said.
“Looks like you can cross Demidova Corp off your prospect list as well, Kyle,” Rodney said with glee. Definitely a rivalry of some type there.
“What do you do, Mr. Allen?” she asked.
“I’m a dentist. So is Dustin. We have a practice down in Bangor,” he said.
“You’re all regulars here, aren’t you?” she asked. They all nodded, looking slightly surprised at her insight.
Rodney answered. “Dustin and I have been here for the last three years. Carl and Hutch have been coming as long as Morris did. This is Kyle’s second year,” he said. “Shorty’s a great guide.”
“How has the hunting been this year?” she asked.
“Before Morris died? Pretty crappy. Hardly seeing any deer or even sign,” Hutch said.
“You think the bear that killed Morris drove the deer away?” Dustin asked.
“A large predator in a new territory will definitely disrupt game patterns,” she said.
Kyle got up from the table and went behind the bar, coming back with two shot glasses and a bottle of Tito’s vodka. He set both glasses down in front of her and poured vodka into both and then picked up the one nearest him. Then he set the bottle down in front of her.
“We got off on the wrong foot, me being insulting and disbelieving you and all. Here’s to new beginnings,” he said, voice way more challenging than conciliatory.
“Kyle, she told you she doesn’t drink,” Hutch said, annoyed.
“That’s okay, Hutch. He’s not used to being told no. I’m still saying no—I’m just going to punish him for not listening,” she said, picking up the glass and drinking it
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