The Hunted (The Chronicles of the Hunter Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

ordered up a breakfast tray with all kinds of great-smelling and tasty-looking selections. She didn’t know who. She didn’t even know who’d brought it. And, wonder of wonders! They’d even included a carafe of coffee.    
    She could definitely get used to this lifestyle.
    Some time ago, she and Chad had discussed what it would be like to live in the same manner as some of their clients. Surrounded by luxury. Not having to worry. Someone else around to handle everything. Mortgage issues. Utility payments. Student loan debt. Insurance. Chad had been the instigator of the conversations. He’d done spreadsheets and tacked them onto the office walls, each one devoted to a different strategy toward his goal. There was one for playing the stock market. Another for real estate investment. Another for the pricing structure with their clients. It had been his idea to use a sliding scale. If the client had big bucks, they got charged more.
    LeeAnn had ceased arguing over it. Chad had control issues with women. It wasn’t worth a blood pressure spike to argue with him. He charmed the socks off everyone he met. Nobody complained about their bill. And – she had to admit – the extra income was useful. She just wished they’d raised rates across the board. Made it fair. She’d thought of discussing that, but Chad was hard to pin down anymore. Come to think of it...they hadn’t spoken for some time. She’d had to set up this morning’s meeting via email. He’d moved out of Fall River. Given her a PO Box number to use for any business correspondence. She wasn’t even sure where he lived.
    She’d been so naïve!
    She should have gone to the authorities the moment she noted the odd account fluctuations. That would have been the intelligent thing to do. But what had she done? Set up a breakfast meeting to discuss the problem. With a man who had this much to lose?
    She might have to adjust her thinking here. Naivety was too nice of a word.
    LeeAnn paddled slightly. The pool was immense. Shaped like a big, fat snake, wending its way about the backyard, or whatever they called this area. There was a shallow zone. The rest of the pool was pretty deep. She didn’t know how deep, for certain. It wasn’t marked on the sides or anything. Beautiful blue water. Perfect temperature. Just cool enough to soothe a sun-warmed body if she dove in. That might prove too much for the bikini Jezebel had brought her, however. LeeAnn might as well be wearing elastic bands. The top was so tight it restricted her breathing.
    All of which was her fault.
    Jezebel had asked her size while LeeAnn was shoving big bites of ham and cheese omelet into her mouth. The woman sounded snide as she’d correctly pegged LeeAnn as an eight. Stupidity had kicked in. LeeAnn had instantly stated that she wore a size six, thank you very much. This is what she’d reaped:  A neon yellow bikini bound to make her skin look sallow, and bonus! Nothing came with a string tie she could let out. Or even a range of adjustments with clasps. She’d never shown off this much skin. But she wasn’t letting Jezebel know that it bothered her.
    Oh.
    No way.
    LeeAnn had just gone to the bathroom, tugged the suit on, made a face at her reflection, and then returned. Jezebel hadn’t said a word as LeeAnn picked at the rest of her omelet, foregoing even a bite from the display of frosting-covered cinnamon rolls, or the strawberry-glazed crepes, the stack of sausage links. She hadn’t touched the mouthwatering pile of bacon. She’d even passed on the perfectly toasted wheat bread.
    She probably should have eaten more. Her belly rumbled as she thought it. Breakfast felt like hours ago, but it couldn’t be.
    This lazy lifestyle altered time or something. Slowed it to a crawl. Then again, she couldn’t be sure. She didn’t wear a watch. That’s one thing she used her phone for. It couldn’t be noon yet. The sun hadn’t reached its highest point. Last check of the area revealed