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Teresa—who was famous for her baked goods at the bed and breakfast she and her husband, Bill, owned—served Miss Grace’s pies on Sunday. Jasmine felt her mouth start to water. She could do with a slice of apple pie.
Her shop was doing well. Reading that, Jasmine felt a twinge of homesickness. She loved her boutique and missed the fast pace of the fashion industry. With her approval, the girls she had managing it had added a couple of new designer labels to the boutique and it was a huge success. They’d sent some pictures of their changes and Jasmine was thrilled. Even the slightly Goth jewelry, with its chunky darkness, set off the clothes beautifully. Jasmine made a mental note to let them know she’d be coming in, when she knew the date.
She sent Teresa a quick email, sending her love to everyone and telling her that she planned a visit soon and would send updates as soon as possible.
Then , she googled Eryk Vreeland. Page after page popped up—images of him from various shows, ranging from state fairs to over-the-top charity functions. Several showed him with his father. The resemblance was uncanny. But, the older man looked staid, his smile forced. She guessed theirs wasn’t a close relationship. Neither man looked particularly comfortable with the other. She clicked on some more. The society pages showed him in picture after picture with a beautiful woman hanging onto his arm. She studied the pictures. He definitely looked comfortable there. Each time it was a different woman. Nowhere did she read of any long-term relationship. She smiled. No, that was not good. She chided herself. She wanted him in a long-term relationship—with someone else. Yet, that thought made her stop smiling.
After reading a bunch of articles about Eryk Vreeland’s good works, she shut down the computer. Either the man was a blessed saint, or he was good at covering his tracks. There was no mention of the type of thing she’d witnessed today. From what she’d seen, it didn’t look like he resisted using his abilities. How come no one ever noticed or wrote about it? With him being wealthy, from a highly placed social family, as well as a celebrity in his own right, the paparazzi should have had a field day.
Flying to Georgia should give her plenty of time to get to know him—to feel him out —just so she’d know how best to approach him about Ruthorford’s secrets. Even with her resolve wavering each time she thought about their trip together, Jasmine was determined to call him first thing in the morning and make arrangements.
****
The morning proved too busy for Jasmine to give a thought to contacting Eryk. She was just finishing up her egg and bagel—she was still amazed at her craving for protein—when Jenn came into the dining room. She got some coffee, came over, and sat down across from Jasmine.
“I’m going to need your help,” she stated .
“Sure. Dr. Browne said you’d taken in some clients last night.”
“Yes,” Jenn said, stirring too much sugar into her coffee, “I did. But, they aren’t it. I just got a call from the police department. They picked up a girl last night for soliciting. Apparently, she didn’t do a very good job of it. They took her to the precinct. She said she was nineteen. They don’t believe her. Her ID’s fake. During the body search—you remember Lieutenant Meyers—well, she was subbing on homicide last night, and the lone female, so she got called in to do the search. She found some injuries, old as well as new. Looks like the girl’s taken some pretty severe beatings, expertly done, maybe by her pimp. They told her if she would agree to come here, they’d look at reducing the charges. She finally agreed.”
Jasmine saw the strain on Jenn’s face. All her wards, as J enn called them, were special, but the young ones bothered Jenn the most. “You know I’ll do anything I can.” She pushed the untouched half of her breakfast across the table. “If you’ll eat
Her shop was doing well. Reading that, Jasmine felt a twinge of homesickness. She loved her boutique and missed the fast pace of the fashion industry. With her approval, the girls she had managing it had added a couple of new designer labels to the boutique and it was a huge success. They’d sent some pictures of their changes and Jasmine was thrilled. Even the slightly Goth jewelry, with its chunky darkness, set off the clothes beautifully. Jasmine made a mental note to let them know she’d be coming in, when she knew the date.
She sent Teresa a quick email, sending her love to everyone and telling her that she planned a visit soon and would send updates as soon as possible.
Then , she googled Eryk Vreeland. Page after page popped up—images of him from various shows, ranging from state fairs to over-the-top charity functions. Several showed him with his father. The resemblance was uncanny. But, the older man looked staid, his smile forced. She guessed theirs wasn’t a close relationship. Neither man looked particularly comfortable with the other. She clicked on some more. The society pages showed him in picture after picture with a beautiful woman hanging onto his arm. She studied the pictures. He definitely looked comfortable there. Each time it was a different woman. Nowhere did she read of any long-term relationship. She smiled. No, that was not good. She chided herself. She wanted him in a long-term relationship—with someone else. Yet, that thought made her stop smiling.
After reading a bunch of articles about Eryk Vreeland’s good works, she shut down the computer. Either the man was a blessed saint, or he was good at covering his tracks. There was no mention of the type of thing she’d witnessed today. From what she’d seen, it didn’t look like he resisted using his abilities. How come no one ever noticed or wrote about it? With him being wealthy, from a highly placed social family, as well as a celebrity in his own right, the paparazzi should have had a field day.
Flying to Georgia should give her plenty of time to get to know him—to feel him out —just so she’d know how best to approach him about Ruthorford’s secrets. Even with her resolve wavering each time she thought about their trip together, Jasmine was determined to call him first thing in the morning and make arrangements.
****
The morning proved too busy for Jasmine to give a thought to contacting Eryk. She was just finishing up her egg and bagel—she was still amazed at her craving for protein—when Jenn came into the dining room. She got some coffee, came over, and sat down across from Jasmine.
“I’m going to need your help,” she stated .
“Sure. Dr. Browne said you’d taken in some clients last night.”
“Yes,” Jenn said, stirring too much sugar into her coffee, “I did. But, they aren’t it. I just got a call from the police department. They picked up a girl last night for soliciting. Apparently, she didn’t do a very good job of it. They took her to the precinct. She said she was nineteen. They don’t believe her. Her ID’s fake. During the body search—you remember Lieutenant Meyers—well, she was subbing on homicide last night, and the lone female, so she got called in to do the search. She found some injuries, old as well as new. Looks like the girl’s taken some pretty severe beatings, expertly done, maybe by her pimp. They told her if she would agree to come here, they’d look at reducing the charges. She finally agreed.”
Jasmine saw the strain on Jenn’s face. All her wards, as J enn called them, were special, but the young ones bothered Jenn the most. “You know I’ll do anything I can.” She pushed the untouched half of her breakfast across the table. “If you’ll eat
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