Chapter Seven
Faith chewed on her bottom lip, her foot tapping a nervous beat as she waited. She looked from where Jill sat behind her desk up to where Stephanie was perched on the side of it. Jill finished a page from the bundle Faith had received from Wyatt then handed it to Stephanie, who placed the newly received paper in front of the one she’d just read.
“Well,” Jill finally said after what seemed an eternity. She handed the final page to her wife. “It looks legit to me, Faith.”
Stephanie nodded as she continued reading. “I agree.”
“I would, however,” Jill added, sitting back in the large, black leather executive’s chair behind her desk. “I’d go talk personally to that Barbara Steele person with the Wynter County Historical Society as the grantor.”
“The last thing you want,” Step
