Chapter Twenty-Three
Nikki
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Martin followed me to the ranch. Fortunately, by the time we arrived, the snow had begun to taper off and the dark skies were now starlit and clear.
“Yes, if you’re still wondering, it’s definitely my place,” he said before I had a chance to ask.
We were standing in the shadows, next to the barn. The house was dark and I wondered if Faye was lurking around inside or if she’d left again. I crossed my fingers and hoped for the latter.
“You haven’t been back here in a while?”
“No. Once a month my father would stop by and check the place out. Make sure nobody had robbed or vandalized the place.” He sighed. “Now that he’s gone, I might have to sell it.”
“You’re not moving back here, I take it?”
“No. I’ll be returning to Europe as soon as this busine
