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Authors: Gigi Moore
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themselves in alcohol and drugs and left themselves vulnerable to the elements, relying on the kindness of strangers.
Good luck with all that.
Prentice didn’t like leaving anything to Fate or relying on the kindness of anyone, especially strangers. He didn’t believe sincere benevolence existed in the world, especially didn’t believe in helpfulness done for no reward. He considered selfless paragons of virtue like Mother Teresa, Gandhi, and their ilk anomalies and not the norm.
Regardless of his need to devote more time to his multimillion-dollar investment firm, he’d known he had to make the sacrifice, his current road trip way overdue and much needed.
Though the PI had so far been unsuccessful in locating either of the Malloy brothers— “The younger Malloy seems to have dropped off the face of the earth since he quit working with LAPD, and I can’t find any references to the older one at all” —he had been able to locate the aunt with whom Thayne and Cade had grown up—Aura Lively.
How the PI had managed to gather so much information on the aunt and not the nephews themselves remained a mystery to Prentice. Unless the brothers were aware of his interest and were deliberately shielding themselves? How was this possible, however, when he had just learned about their existence from his parents only recently?
No matter, he’d figure it out shortly.
For now Prentice glanced down at his lap, where the dossier the PI had built over the last couple of weeks rested. For the umpteenth time since he had received the file, he took in the fine-boned features of the old woman in the picture clipped to the cover of the report.
Her seventy years remained evident in the long, wavy, silver-gold hair on her head and the lines on her face. Despite her advanced years and widowhood, however, she lived an active life, still riding as often as she could, working alongside the cowboys she employed at her ranch, and just generally living up to her surname to the fullest.
Prentice opened the dossier and flipped through the pages, rereading some sections and reacquainting himself with Mrs. Lively on paper.
He actually admired what she had done with her life and how she lived, even if he didn’t exactly approve of the location where she had settled.
Oklahoma. Ugh, gag him with a spoon now.
He hated the country. It made his skin itch. Maybe it was all the trees and grass or all the dust, but Prentice doubted it. More like being surrounded by all the Great Plains, Bible Belt moral fiber and goodness that had hives breaking out on his body even as he sat in the relative security of his air-conditioned rental.
Give him his condo in LA and trips to those other urban, Babylonian dens of corruption and vice in Las Vegas and New York, where he regularly worked and played.
Nevertheless, he found himself in the Sooner State surrounded by grass, trees, cows, and horses for as far as the eye could see. Not even the rental’s tinted windows could keep out all the nature and wholesomeness. He would have to make sure he watched where he stepped once he got out of the car to give Mrs. Lively a visit, for sure.
Prentice took a deep breath as he prepared himself to meet the lady face-to-face. For the life of him, he couldn’t imagine why he remained nervous. She was just an old woman. Even if she was gifted like her sister and brother-in-law, he felt certain he would prevail in a war of wills and powers. His gifts, after all, had been enhanced.
It wouldn’t hurt to enhance them a little more now, would it?
It had been far too long since his last fix, so to speak. He could do with another power boost to fill up his tank.
Prentice opened the glove compartment, inserted the dossier, and closed it back. Everything he needed to know had been committed to memory anyway. Now the moment of truth approached, when he’d see the woman with his own eyes.
He opened the driver’s-side door, glancing down at the dirt-and-gravel road before he
Good luck with all that.
Prentice didn’t like leaving anything to Fate or relying on the kindness of anyone, especially strangers. He didn’t believe sincere benevolence existed in the world, especially didn’t believe in helpfulness done for no reward. He considered selfless paragons of virtue like Mother Teresa, Gandhi, and their ilk anomalies and not the norm.
Regardless of his need to devote more time to his multimillion-dollar investment firm, he’d known he had to make the sacrifice, his current road trip way overdue and much needed.
Though the PI had so far been unsuccessful in locating either of the Malloy brothers— “The younger Malloy seems to have dropped off the face of the earth since he quit working with LAPD, and I can’t find any references to the older one at all” —he had been able to locate the aunt with whom Thayne and Cade had grown up—Aura Lively.
How the PI had managed to gather so much information on the aunt and not the nephews themselves remained a mystery to Prentice. Unless the brothers were aware of his interest and were deliberately shielding themselves? How was this possible, however, when he had just learned about their existence from his parents only recently?
No matter, he’d figure it out shortly.
For now Prentice glanced down at his lap, where the dossier the PI had built over the last couple of weeks rested. For the umpteenth time since he had received the file, he took in the fine-boned features of the old woman in the picture clipped to the cover of the report.
Her seventy years remained evident in the long, wavy, silver-gold hair on her head and the lines on her face. Despite her advanced years and widowhood, however, she lived an active life, still riding as often as she could, working alongside the cowboys she employed at her ranch, and just generally living up to her surname to the fullest.
Prentice opened the dossier and flipped through the pages, rereading some sections and reacquainting himself with Mrs. Lively on paper.
He actually admired what she had done with her life and how she lived, even if he didn’t exactly approve of the location where she had settled.
Oklahoma. Ugh, gag him with a spoon now.
He hated the country. It made his skin itch. Maybe it was all the trees and grass or all the dust, but Prentice doubted it. More like being surrounded by all the Great Plains, Bible Belt moral fiber and goodness that had hives breaking out on his body even as he sat in the relative security of his air-conditioned rental.
Give him his condo in LA and trips to those other urban, Babylonian dens of corruption and vice in Las Vegas and New York, where he regularly worked and played.
Nevertheless, he found himself in the Sooner State surrounded by grass, trees, cows, and horses for as far as the eye could see. Not even the rental’s tinted windows could keep out all the nature and wholesomeness. He would have to make sure he watched where he stepped once he got out of the car to give Mrs. Lively a visit, for sure.
Prentice took a deep breath as he prepared himself to meet the lady face-to-face. For the life of him, he couldn’t imagine why he remained nervous. She was just an old woman. Even if she was gifted like her sister and brother-in-law, he felt certain he would prevail in a war of wills and powers. His gifts, after all, had been enhanced.
It wouldn’t hurt to enhance them a little more now, would it?
It had been far too long since his last fix, so to speak. He could do with another power boost to fill up his tank.
Prentice opened the glove compartment, inserted the dossier, and closed it back. Everything he needed to know had been committed to memory anyway. Now the moment of truth approached, when he’d see the woman with his own eyes.
He opened the driver’s-side door, glancing down at the dirt-and-gravel road before he
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