Chapter Eight
Trent stood on the doorstep, watching the real estate agent walk up the drive with a potential buyer. He’d insisted on being present for this, he really wanted to give the sale a personal touch and make sure that the new buyer knew what a deal they’d be getting with the mansion.
He plastered up a broad smile, pushing the bad press, the problems with Isaac, all of it, to the back of his mind.
“Mr. Dawson,” Verity said, stopping in front of him with a smile, “I’d like you to meet Killian Watt. He’s interested in buying your lovely home and would like to take a look around.”
Trent extended a hand to the young man wearing a cowboy hat and a pair of faded jeans. Had to be new money. Killian stared at Trent’s hand as if it were a viper or a trap. He took it gingerly then shook
