Chapter Eight
"This town is absolutely insane.” Brenda glared at the flashing red Don’t Walk light. She tapped her foot impatiently as the light counted down. Counting was not going to calm her down. She needed to find a green light to get this moving.
"Yeah," Keaton sighed.
He stood beside her on the street corner. He’d had nothing but monosyllabic answers since they’d stormed out of Ginger’s office. Well, she had stormed. He’d followed her, walking quietly in his combat boots. Too bad. Brenda was sure they’d sound like thunder rolling in if he was stomping mad.
Why wasn’t he stomping mad?
His plans were being thwarted by bureaucratic red tape that should not hold up in a court of law. He clearly wasn’t from this part of the country. Even though his muscles looked like they were craf
