The detective is here.
I know my heart is beating faster, partially due to the coffee and because we haven’t had the chance to prep the ranch hands. Not sure about Owen, but I can see the fear lurking in his eyes.
We make our way outside just as the investigator steps out of his-what! HER car. Wow! Isn’t she a beauty? Her curvy figure comes to introduce herself and I’m suddenly swept off of my feet. Her brilliant blue eyes capture me hook, line and sinker.
She places her hand out for me to shake. “Hi, I’m Kelly Stuart, from the local division,” she smiles and her hair flips when she turns to greet Owen. I can see that he is as stunned as I am.
Quickly getting a grip on myself, and my dick, I come back with, “Hey there, I’m Trent Hawk and this is Owen Novack, the owners of Hawk Hollow Ranch. You must be the journalist.”
Her eyes widen, looking around at the others that’ve gathered. She smiles and answers, “So, I am. Good to meet you both. Where do I start,” she asks, folding her arms in front of her chest.
“Well, since you’re doing a story on the ranches around here, we thought you’d like to start out by shadowing us for the afternoon,” I say with a huge smile, “You know, get a feel for the place.”
Along with her beauty, her ‘go with the flow’ attitude is much appreciated.
She’s gonna get a good feel—maybe.