“Just leave them for now. I didn’t want a leashed woman getting in the way in case something crazy happened… or to be a distraction. “You take right. You were here before I even knew I was a Gerrard.”
“Thanks,” Quentin said dryly. I hadn’t even realized he had been behind us. Her light brown hair was short, cut in a boyish fashion that left her neck looking slender and swanlike. Yo! I don’t care what my relationship with my grandfather was like; if a room in my family home had been ransacked more than a week ago, I would have been highly disturbed. You’re the new… guy! “I was invited!”
I balked at that. “Fucking Catan… hate that stupid game.”
“Yeah,” I said noncommittally, not caring about the little exchange. “Want a bump?”
“Thanks,” I said as I approached the coffee table, eyeing the white powder. The sour taste of disappointment was thick in my throat. “I’m Wendy.”
“Hi, Wendy,” I said, cataloging that away. “I can’t imagine anyone meaning us harm just leaving their vehicles in plain sight.”
“I’m not sure, sir,” he said, checking his sidearm.
