Fickle

Damion

He nodded. “Yes. She worked out here a lot. I’d come by to check on Oliver and she would be here. Oliver always talked very highly of her. Talked about how well she did with the farm and that one day, she deserved to have a spread like this one.”

That was news to me. “Did she think she was getting the farm?” I asked.

It would certainly explain her immediate dislike of me. Maybe she resented me. Maybe the sex and pretending to like me and Oliver had been fake. She wanted the farm, not the man. I started to rethink everything I had come to know about her, replaying every meeting with her.

“I don’t think she thought that at all. From what I hear, she kind of got stuck with the place. She was asking around about the new foreman Oliver hired before his death. No one knew anything about it. She turned down a job to stick around and watch the farm until the new guy showed up. I’m guessing you were the new guy.”

I nodded. “Yep. That’s me.”

“I’m not trying to be a dick, but why are you