CHAPTER 14
IAN
“And you are?” I put my hand out to the guy who’d taken the stool next to me.
The man shook my hand and smiled. “Daniel Bradfield.” He looked to be around my age with black hair and green eyes. I hadn’t ever seen him around, but the name was familiar. He glanced back at Zoe, who sat at another table with employees from the hotel. She waved and I waved back.
“Nice to meet you. I’m Ian Chandler,” I said. “Any relation to Larry Bradfield?”
He smiled. “That was my grandfather. He passed away a few months ago, left his ranch to me.”
“Sorry for your loss.”
His brows furrowed. “Did you know him?”
I shook my head. “Not personally. I just remember hearing his name somewhere. I know he was a former chief of police.”
“That he was,” he said proudly.
Zoe sauntered over, swaying
