Page 39 of Traitor

Lexie brightens a little. “You did?”

At her reaction, I know I made the right choice. “Well, you’re the one who says we barely know each other. This will give us the perfect opportunity.” I nearly choke on the words, and for some reason Peyton comes to mind. For someone who didn’t want shit to do with anyone, I’m putting down those roots left and right for all the females who won’t leave well enough alone.

“Are you sure, Uncle Ford? Maybe we should call her and tell her to come back.”

I get to my feet and get us both Cokes from the mini fridge. “Now I’m insulted. I thought you’d like getting free run of the place.”

“You mean I can do whatever I want?” she asks with a squeal.

“I didn’t say that, but yes, if you can show me you’re responsible with your schoolwork and help out around here if I need you to, I don’t see why you won’t be allowed certain freedoms.” The words come so naturally they surprise me.

She rolls her eyes about the schoolwork, but seems pleased with the rest. “Do you think I can go hiking around the lake by myself?”

I think of the woman on the boat with a stirring of unease. “We’ll see. I’ll have to teach you some basic safety measures before you’re allowed to go anywhere by yourself, but I’ll consider it.”

Lexie stuffs her face with a healthy forkful. “Cool,” she says around the bite.

“Now eat. Then I’ll give you a tour of the grounds and teach you how to pull your weight.” I barely keep from wincing at the tone in my voice. I remember my father saying something damn near identical to me when I was younger.

Fuckin’ Mercy.

The whole reason I wanted the lodge was because it’s smack-dab in the middle of nowhere. I was supposed to live the rest of my days in relative peace and solitude. Instead I’ve got a nosy receptionist, a feisty niece, a hairbrained sister, and a bombshell blonde all working together to make sure I never have another moment’s peace.

One week, I remind myself. One week and then they’ll all be out of my hair and everything will go back to normal.