Travis Read Online Mia Sheridan

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Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 92777 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
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The soft sound of laughter drifted to me from below.

Social hour.

Complete with hooch.

And here I was, alone and talking to a plant.

“Why the fuck not?” I muttered after a minute, pulling myself from the bed and dressing in jeans and a T-shirt. If any day called for some hooch, it was this day.

I followed the sound of voices to the large screened-in room, coming to an immediate halt in the doorway, my surprised gaze bouncing between Haven Torres and—my eyes narrowed—Easton Torres.

Well. This was unexpected. And either more bad luck or an amazing opportunity.

Haven was in the midst of a conversation with the woman next to her, but Easton spotted me, his shocked eyes widening. I gave him my best evil smile and he blanched.

“Chief Hale?” Haven had noticed me.

I turned away from Easton, approaching the place where Haven sat. She was wearing a pair of leggings and a long T-shirt that fell off one shoulder. Her chestnut hair was pulled back the way it’d been both times I’d seen her, escaped curls haphazardly framing her face, somewhat reminiscent of Medusa. If Medusa had had a heart-shaped face, big expressive eyes, and lips the color of the wild pink roses that grew along the fence on my property. My heart did a strange, unfamiliar something. Sort of twisty. Sort of squeezy. Maybe I was about to have a heart attack. It would be the perfect way to end a perfect week, spread out on the floor of the Yellow Trellis Inn, my life in the hands of my nemesis and a group of strangers drunk on hooch.

The woman Haven had been talking to had turned and was now engaged in conversation with an older woman with long, blond hair liberally woven with white and sporting a pair of overalls. “Haven from California,” I said.

“Are you following me, Chief Hale? This level of stakeout seems overkill for the minor crime of reckless driving.”

I stopped, glancing back at Easton. His alarmed gaze had followed me, as a rabbit might track a wolf.

“Ha. No. Did you flood my house in a desperate plan to get more viewing access to my…adequate muscles?”

She put her hand to her chest. “You are a good investigator. I’ve been exposed.” She gave me a look of actual sympathy. “Are you serious about your house?”

“Sadly, yes. It’s a rental, but most of my things are ruined.”

“Sorry to hear that.”

I shrugged, gesturing to the room at large. “This is your summer residence, I assume. It’s about as far as you can get from the club without staying in Pelion.”

“It was in the right price range,” she explained. “You might be shocked to learn that smoothie bar operators must keep to a strict budget.”

I smiled. “Though you’re rich in personality.”

She returned the smile. “This is true.”

“I’m surprised you’re here though. I’d think the chief of police would have plenty of more…upscale options.”

“The upcoming blueberry festival,” I said in explanation. “Most places are booked. I own a plot of land, but I’d have to pitch a tent if I wanted to stay there.”

“Ah.” She glanced at Easton, her smile dipping, brow wrinkling slightly. “Do you know my brother?”

Her brother. Aha. “We’ve met,” I said smoothly.

“Oh…at the club?”

“No,” I said, not offering more.

“I’m so glad you made it after all!” Betty said, entering the room and smiling as she approached me with a jug of purple liquid.

“Yes. I’ve arrived. Again,” I said.

She laughed. “Indeed. Hooch?” she asked, holding it up as though it were the finest bottle of champagne.

I glanced at Haven, and she gave me a bright smile. I could see the amusement dancing in her eyes.

“It can’t be worse than that smoothie you made me drink,” I muttered, grabbing a cup from the tray on the table next to me and holding it toward Betty while she poured.

Once she’d turned away, I sniffed at it hesitantly. It didn’t smell like a toilet bowl at least.

Haven laughed. “It’s actually pretty good. But it does pack a punch. Be careful.”

I took the smallest of sips. And grimaced. “Holy hell. It tastes like sweetened battery acid.”

Haven laughed again.

I glanced at a potted plant nearby, noticing others flanking the room. I nodded at one of them. “Your refugees?”

She smiled. “Yes. They’re doing beautifully.”

“Probably because of all the company and stimulating conversation.”

Her eyes brightened and she grinned. “Yes,” she said. “Exactly.” We stared at each other for several beats, that strange feeling flaring in my chest again. I raised my hand to massage it away when Betty approached.

“Everyone, I’d like to introduce you to our most recent resident,” Betty said, placing the now-empty jug of hooch down and clapping her hands together. “Chief Travis Hale.” She waved a hand back to me and I glanced around at the welcoming faces, all except one of course. “And now we have a full house,” she said. “All six guest rooms are filled. Isn’t it exciting?”


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