A Perfect Forever (Leap of Love Series, Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

wealthy man.
    Not that he was the only man to live this life story. Plenty of people whispered and spoke behind closed doors about women who had fallen for a man who would not make her honest and virtuous.
    But at no time did Jonathan ever think that it would be his life that could potentially be the talk of the dinner tables in Boston. What would people think if they found out that William Smith had a son? A son who he did not claim. A son who should rightfully lay claim to his inheritance.
    Stumbling into a pub, Jonathan sat at a table that would allow him the privacy he needed. He just needed to think. What would be his next move?
    The barmaid came over and plopped a pitcher of ale down in front of him. Jonathan dug in his pocket, and slid the money across the table to her.
    She winked her eye and walked away, leaving him on his own with his thoughts. After downing the second mug, Jonathan's head was swirling. There was no way that he could go home like this. His mother despised drinking and intoxication, so instead of leaving, Jonathan made himself comfortable in his seat and set about to polish off the pitcher.
    "Aye, laddie. Are ya gonna just take care of that all by your lonesome?"
    Looking up at the man made Jonathan's head swirl. "No. I did not intend to. Feel free to help me here."
    The elderly man slid onto the bench in front of Jonathan. "Looks like you are trying to drown something in that ale, laddie."
    The man helped himself to a mug of the beer, and Jonathan winced when some of it spilled over the top of the mug. He hated when anyone was wasteful.
    He regarded the man, and wondered if it would make sense to unload and tell anyone his story. All he wanted to do was share it with someone he could trust. At this point, his mother was out of the question, and he certainly did not want to disclose anything to anyone else that he knew.
    Jonathan took a swig of the beer. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he let out a belch.
    "Life has been unpredictable."
    "Aye. It certainly can be." The man sipped slowly, as if he was trying his best to be polite.
    "I need to find some things out about the man that I just found out truly is my father."
    Jonathan waited to see if the man would respond. When he did not, Jonathan continued. "I found out that the man who fathered me is deceased and apparently was a very rich man."
    The man gulped the rest of the liquid in his mug, and slammed the glass on the wooden table.
    "So then you should get your inheritance, laddie."
    "If only it were that easy. I am not sure that he knew about me."
    "Well now. That certainly sounds like a problem."
    Jonathan was not sure where the man was going with his conversation.
    "Pour me another," the man commanded. Jonathan did as he was asked.
    "Well now, let's see. What would I do if I found out that my father was a rich man and he was deceased?"
    Jonathan watched as the man downed the liquid in the glass and slammed the mug on the table again. A satiated smile came across the man's face.
    "Aye laddie. You need a Pinkerton. A Pinkerton most certainly can help you find your inheritance."
    Those were the last words that he spoke to Jonathan before the man keeled over and fell drunkenly off of the bench seat.
    The barkeeper strolled over and hoisted Jonathan's intoxicated friend up off of the ground and propped him up against the back wall.
    "Say, can I ask you a question?" Jonathan asked before the barkeeper walked away.
    "Shoot. But make it quick."
    The brooding man's presence loomed over Jonathan where he was seated.
    "Do you know anything about William Smith?"
    "Can't say that I do." As the barkeeper spoke, he turned around and began walking away, as if he completely lost interest that quickly.
    "What about Lulu la Rue?" Jonathan threw out a wild card, grasping for straws.
    "Poor Lulu and her husband died recently in an accident."
    The barkeeper turned around.
    "What else can I do for you?"
    Jonathan continued prying. "Well, can you tell me