He Thought He Was Just Helping a Vulnerable Stranger! Her True Identity

wiping his grease-stained hands on a red shop rag that only seemed to redistribute the grime.

“Help you, miss?”

“I’m looking for Declan Ryder. Is he working today?”

The older man’s weathered expression subtly shifted. He wasn’t overtly suspicious, exactly, but he possessed the distinct, cautious curiosity that small-town locals always adopted when wealthy continue reading …