MARTHA POV
I parked the car slowly, and warily looked at the man and woman looking at my every movement in the entryway, under the huge porch.
They weren’t guards. That much was obvious immediately.
The man stood tall, broad-shouldered despite the silver threading through his dark hair. His posture alone told me he had spent most of his life being the kind of person others listened to without argument. And going to the gym. So much gym.
He looked like a hot version of Arnold Schwarzenegger in his early fifties.
Beside him stood the woman.
Elegant. Calm. Observant.
She screamed old money from each very pore. Probably because of the mansion. Or the tailored sundress she was wearing. No way they sell this stuff in Zara.
Her eyes studied me the moment I stepped out of the car.
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