KATY

The sun beat on Pierce’s deck boards as I walked across them the next morning. Quiet surrounded the house, meaning he probably hadn’t hired a replacement after firing his last housekeeper once he caught her stealing.

I would never ask, but I questioned if he thought of his staff the same way his grandfather did? As something disposable, to use once or twice and then throw away. Did he sleep with her? Hell, I’d found her attractive, so I’m sure he did ...