Free Excerpt: Teaching Trey: a Wreck of a Building and a Sleezy Manager

Free Excerpt: Teaching Trey: a Wreck of a Building and a Sleezy Manager

Free Excerpt: Teaching Trey: a Wreck of a Building and a Sleezy Manager

TEACHING TREY: A biker chick. A real estate mogul. And a desperate gambler … (read more)

Amber was starting to wonder if they should knock again when the door swung open. “Well, if it isn’t Miss Morell.” Doug was wearing cutoff jeans and a tank top that had probably been yellow at one time. He leaned heavily on the door jamb. “You could have let me know you were coming. I’d have cleaned the place up.”

He laughed, a dry, humorless bark that made Amber grimace. “After all, I practically begged you to come sooner. Strongly suggested—”

“Mister Olson,” Trey interrupted. “I’m Trey Jordan. I’m here to help Miss Morell figure out what the property needs.”

What it needs is to be condemned!

“Well, isn’t that nice?” Doug was still looking at Amber. “The little lady needs some help. I would have given her all the help she needed if she’d bothered to ask me!”

Little lady?!

Amber was working up her nerve to fire off a comment when Trey said, “I’m sure she will need your help for the foreseeable future.” He put an emphasis on foreseeable. “For now, she would like the key to the garages and storage area.”

Doug switched his attention to Trey, so Amber knew that had caught his interest. “We were partners, you know,” he said. “Her dad and I.”

“It’ll all get straightened out,” Trey said smoothly. “But first, we must start with the keys.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.”

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© 2017 (chapter 4, TEACHING TREY)

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