Another excerpt of upcoming A PLACE TO BELONG

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Blurb:

Logan Perry was offered a job caring for an elderly lady a thousand miles from his home in Iowa. Looking for a place to hide, it seems to be the perfect opportunity to escape. So Logan runs to Texas. All he wants is a roof over his head and food in his stomach. So moving into the amazing McFarren Manor he believes is all he needs.

Bradley McFarren is only looking for someone to care for his aging grandmother. Too busy with the family multi-billion dollar real estate firm, he just doesn't have time. With no personal life to speak of, Bradley has kept his heart safe. As long as Gail, his beloved grandmother, is cared for, he thinks it's all he needs.

But what both their hearts truly desire is a place to belong.

Excerpt

As Logan was heading back to Gail’s room, he was confronted by Clayton.

“I told you to move out of that room! My friends will be here shortly and there is no bedroom for them.”

“I’m sure there’s a hotel in town, Mr. McFarren. If you need, I can give you a list.”

“How dare you?” Clayton balled his fists at his sides. “You have no right to talk to me like that! I’ve had all I’m going to take from you. Get out of this house right now! You’re fired!”

Although Logan’s heart leaped at those words, he knew Clayton had no power over him. “You can’t fire me, Mr. McFarren. Only Gail can.” And Bradley. Actually Bradley would be in charge of breaking his heart. “Now please excuse me. I need to get to Gail.”

“No! I forbid you to see my grandmother! You are to leave these premises immediately or I will call the police.”

No! Could he do that? Could he have Logan thrown off the property?

“You wouldn’t do that. I am Gail’s nurse, personal assistant, her companion, her friend. I’ve been with her for three solid years…”

“Yeah, about that. Did you poison her or something? I have no idea whether or not she is dying right now because you’re doing something to her. So I’m no longer going to give you the chance. Now get the hell out of this house, Logan.” He held up his cell phone. “Don’t tempt me. I will call the police.”

“Me? Poison?” The words wouldn’t even make it from his brain to his mouth how shocked he was to be accused of such an insane act. He couldn’t even conceive of such a thing. Police or not, he needed to get to Gail’s side. He pushed Clayton aside and ran.

When he arrived at Gail’s room, he slipped inside and closed the door. She was peaceful, lying there so still, the monitors all still beeping and sending out their flashes of light. He knew Clayton didn’t follow him. Whether or not he would actually call the police or not was another story.

But Bradley was coming.

Although it would probably be another day.

Where had he called from? It must have been some remote place. Was he safe? He wished the man had shared with him where he had gone this time. But it was Bradley’s habit to tell Logan of his adventures after he got back home, never before he left. He would usually come for a full week, after he’d returned from being out of the country. Both Logan and Gail could sit for hours, listening to Bradley recount his journeys. He would always bring back some trinket for each of them. Sometimes he would have purchased it, but most times it was simply a rock or a shell or some other thing he found that made him think of them.

Later, after Gail would go to bed, and he and Bradley would be out on that wide veranda on the second floor with a brandy or a glass of wine, sitting close so they could talk quietly, Bradley would tell Logan about even more of his exploits. Early on, they were sometimes about some woman who had followed him back to his hotel room. But the last year or so he never talked about women. Lately, it was more about how Bradley missed Texas and how he only thought of returning quickly to this house with the treasures he had collected. He even talked about cutting back on his travels, regretting that Gail was too fragile these days, and he hated being so far away.

Logan had no idea where he’d gone this time. But it didn’t matter. He was on his way back and would be here soon.

Sometime later, John slipped into the room to get Logan.

The police were at the door.

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