Chapter 17
Wiggins, Mississippi
She was here.
The corners of his lips tugged into a smile. He’d been concerned she wouldn’t come.
Good little real estate agent. She didn’t want to miss out on a sale. It might look bad on her record. Especially since she had such lofty aspirations. So what if it was Christmas? The kids could wait.
That was just like a princess. Thought of no one but herself. Bitch.
Penny Arnold parked her car in the newly poured drive of the recently completed home in the highest-end development on her list of properties.
She’d worked so hard to get the builder to take her on. He had listened to one of her lunch meetings with the man. She hadn’t suspected for a moment that the quiet gentleman at the next table was there, not for lunch, but to learn what she was up to. To confirm his conclusions.
Poor Penny had practically begged for the opportunity.
She had assured the developer that she understood that there were others in the community with far more experience and considerably more clout, but no one would work harder than her. She would be available twenty-four seven. Princess Penny had gotten the contract.
Good for her.
Too bad she wouldn’t need it.
Not after today.
Merry Christmas, princess.