More from Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy that I hope to have out later this year.
Picking up a few lines from last week. Cara is in Harry Rupert’s office – he’s the attorney handling her grandmother’s estate. He has just finished going over the will with her.
At last he finished explaining everything and handed Cara a stack of papers. Sticky tabs flagged most of the pages, sometimes two or three on a page.
“I’ll need you to sign, date, and initial where indicated,” he told her. He handed her a pen and waited expectantly.
Cara flipped through the pages before placing the stack on his desk and neatly aligning the edges before picking up her briefcase and placing it next to them.
“What are you doing?” he asked as she opened it.
“I’m taking these home to read over,” she replied calmly as she placed the documents inside, “and to compare them to the papers that my grandmother kept a copy of. I’ll bring them back tomorrow when I come for the viewing.”
“Really, Miss Hawthorn, there’s no need. I assure you that the papers are all in order. I’ve gone over them up myself.”
“Be that as it may,” Cara snapped the case shut, “I don’t sign anything unless I’ve read it and know what I’m signing.” She smiled. “I’m sure you advise your clients to read before signing as well?”
“Well, yes, but that’s if they’re signing something from someone they don’t know. I’m a lawyer –”
When Cara Hawthorne returns to the childhood home she had been torn away from twenty years earlier, she thinks it will be to do nothing more than settle her grandmother’s estate and return to her job as a junior lawyer at a prestigious law firm in Tulsa.
But every nook and cranny of the house and gardens unearths long-buried memories, and when the town’s mayor sets his sights on her and the property she finds herself caught up in a centuries old battle with powers she has only barely begun to understand
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