Billionaire: Billionaire Romance: Billionaire Tiger (A Billionaire New Adult Shifter Contemporary Romance) (24 page)

Callie scanned the room for Thorne and saw him standing by the exit. She hurried over to him.

“Did you see him? He just talked to me!” She whispered to Thorne.

“You dig a great job, my agents were able to get a lock on him. We were hoping you would draw him out. We think he will strike after the auction is over. We have the necklace under surveillance as well. He won’t be expecting us and we think we will be able to catch him red handed.” Thorne smiled down at her. “I have to get to the auction. But I just wanted to tell you how much you have helped the investigation.”

Callie felt happiness swell in her heart. He was proud of her! Thankfully, she had made up for the other night. But now she was confused. She felt strong feelings for Thorne but what about her vision and the perfect love that came with it? Her visions were never wrong. Callie walked into auction room and stood at the back. She wanted to watch the action but still wanted to be able to get out of the room if things went off the rails.

The auction was exciting. Callie could see the necklace glittering from inside its glass case. It was certainly stunning but Callie couldn’t believe how much the necklace was worth. After an exciting battle the auction ended at a million point five!

Suddenly the fire alarm went off and the roomed filled with smoke. But it wasn’t smoke from a fire, it was fake smoke from a machine or smoke bomb. People screamed and began to rush out of the room. Callie couldn’t see anything and she was pulled out the door by the crowd. Once outside there were police officers calming everyone down and ushering them back into the ballroom.

“It’s just a false alarm, a prank! Please return to the ballroom.” The officers shouted as they corralled everyone into the ballroom. The music started up again but everyone was chatting excitedly about the disturbance.

Callie wondered what had happened. Had they caught him? She rushed out the back door where she saw police cars with their lights flashing. She saw Thorne and had Reginald in handcuffs and was putting him in the back of a police car. Once he was secure, the car drove away, lights flashing. She rushed up to Thorne.

“You caught him! What happened?” she cried out as soon as she reached him.

“Callie!” he took by the arm and lead her back towards the ball. “Covington set off the smoke bomb and was hiding nearby. He managed to knock out a guard and grab the necklace but he wasn’t prepared for us to be outside waiting for him. We nabbed him with the necklace in his possession. I am hoping we can get him to confess to the bank robberies as well. But first I need one dance with my girl. It is a ball after all.” He smiled down at her and led her onto the dance floor.

They swirled around together in perfect rhythm to each other. It was almost a dream come true for Callie. But what about her soulmate? As if in answer to her question the clock struck twelve and glittering confetti burst from the ceiling raining down on everyone below. She looked up and Thorne was looking at her with his wolf eyes. Her vision flashed back to her. The man with unusual eyes with diamonds raining down from the sky! Thorne wrapped his arms around her and she felt perfect love. It was her exact dream come true. Thorne was her soulmate.

“Callie.” He put his finger under her chin and tipped her head up. “I have fallen in love with you. The other night when I said I claimed you, I meant that I want you as my mate. They offered me a job here and I accepted. I love you, Callie. We will never be apart again.”

He leaned down and kissed her softly. She melted into his kiss just like she had that first night. She had found her soulmate.


End.

One

“I, Eugenia Montague, do bequeath to my worthless nephew and his wife, the amount of ten pounds each. To my lovely granddaughter, Blair, I bequeath my mansion, Pennhalow and all surrounding land and properties thereof.”

Mr. Haines removed his glasses and peered up expectantly. “Are there any questions?”

Randall Montague slammed his fist down on the desk, making Mr. Haines flinch. “What the hell is this chicanery?” he demanded in outrage. “Ten pounds each? Is that a typo?” He snatched the will and scanned it in desperation. “There has to be some mistake.”
“Oh no,” Mr. Haines replied crisply. “There is no mistake. Your aunt was quite insistent on the change to her will. You can see the document is dated three months before her death.”

Randall’s wife, Heather, readjusted her mink stole and glowered at Blair. “And where were the doctors?” she demanded imperiously. “That woman wasn’t in her right mind. Her physician can attest to that!”

The solicitor didn’t appear sympathetic. “I’m sorry. But everything is legal and in order. If you wish to contest the will, then you are free to do so.” Though he added mockingly, “You may want to leave the house to Ms. Evans. It’s not exactly kosher.”

Randall was livid. “Are you serious?” he choked out, pointing a shrivelled finger at his cousin. “Blair barely knew Aunt Eugenia! She’s nobody!” Randall’s beady eyes roamed over Blair’s borrowed suit in disdain. “She’s a short-order cook for God’s sake! No offence,” he blustered.

“None taken,” Blair drawled, wanting to slink away to the nearest pub and get wasted. “Are we through, Mr. Haines?”

“We are
no
t finished here!” Heather sniffed. “There is still Eugenia’s insurance policy. If anyone should get Pennhalow, it is I! We deserve the money that comes with taking care of that harridan for five years!” She glowered at Mr. Haines. “We changed her bedpans and cleaned up her vomit.” Heather turned on Blair, sneering coldly, “And where wereyou? Flipping burgers at some roadside hovel that no one ever heard of!” She reached into her purse and pulled out a tissue, wiping at the pitiful dots of moisture rimming her eyes “Now, I ask you, who is entitled to Pennhalow?”

Blair peeled off her gloves. “Look, I only came here to pay my respects to a lonely old woman who showed me more kindness than you two miserable pieces of shit ever did.” Mr. Haines snickered. “If you want Pennhalow, lady. Knock yourself out!” Blair rose from her seat, shook Mr. Haines’ hand, turned on her heel and left.

Heather turned to her husband. “Well!” she snorted in outrage. “Have you ever?”

“Shut up, Heather,” Randall sighed miserably. “Just shut the hell up!”

****

“Well…?” Josie asked over the phone. “What did they say?”

Blair kicked off her heels and slumped on the sofa. “I own a rotting mansion in the wilds of Cornwall,” she groaned. “Randy and Heather were none too happy about that.”

“Greedy bastards,” Josie swore. “What else?”

“There’s nothing else. Dear old Randy and Heather ran through the money faster than they could print it. Poor Eugenia left them ten pounds apiece. Good for her, I say.”

“What about life insurance? Surely, she had something tucked away?”

“Nope.” Blair reached for the remote and turned on the TV. “All the while they were supposed to be taking care of her, they decided to help themselves to her bank account. There’s nothing left.”

“How do you know?”

“Mr. Haines was good enough to visit me at the pub before the reading and give me a heads-up.” Blair rubbed her eyes. “The house isn’t worth crap. I told Heather she could choke on it. Though you’ll probably have to wire me the money to fly back. I don’t even have that.”

“That’s a real shame.”

“I know. I was hoping to get something for school. Now I’ll have to cancel everything.”

“That’s the whole semester!”

Blair turned the volume up and watched abjectly as zombies eviscerated a hapless mailman. “I’d cry, but I’m too drunk.”

“I’m sorry,” Josie apologized. “I wish there was something I could do.”

“It’s okay. I might head on up to the house before I leave. Mr. Haines offered to pay for a train ticket. Said if the house proved salvageable, we could host an auction. He wasn’t optimistic though.”

“How long is that going to take?”’

“Well, I said I’d have to think about it. Maybe a day or two at the most.” Blair glanced out the window. “How’re things on your end?”

“Same old place. Al had to hire a substitute while you’re gone. He nearly burned the diner down.”

“How?”

“Grease fire,” Josie explained. “He didn’t change the oil in the fryers from the last shift. Al nearly strangled him on the spot.”

Blair laughed a little. “I’ll be back as soon as I can. I just want to take a peek at the house. Maybe do a little sightseeing.”

“Well I wouldn’t be gone too long,” Josie advised. “Al is threatening to replace you if you don’t get back by Friday.”
“Friday!” Blair cried. “He gave me the week off to fix this mess! I have it in writing.”

“I’d let him fire you,” Josie chuckled. “You’re the best cook he’s got and he knows it. You can do far better.”

“Sure,” Blair groaned, rubbing her eyes. “I should demand a raise.”

“You should,” her friend agreed. “So, how’s London?”

“Expensive!”

Josie chortled at this. “I’d better go. The baby just got up.”

“Okay,” Blair said reluctantly. “If I get fired, let me know. I don’t want to go back and have my ass handed to me on a greasy platter of Al’s fries.”

“There are worse things.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?”

“Greedy relatives!”

Blair giggled and hung up. She spent the rest of the night watching reruns of
Monty Python’s Flying Circus
and conked out on the sofa.

She awoke the next morning to Mr. Haines pounding on the door and barging his way into her room. “Why aren’t you ready?” he demanded. “We have a train to catch!”

“We do?”

He rolled his eyes. “Yes, we do!” he said, giving her a gentle nudge towards the bathroom. “Hurry up and get dressed. The train leaves at eight sharp!”

“Okay,” Blair said slowly. “Maybe you’ll explain on the way?”

“Time is money, Miss Evans!” Mr. Haines rifled through her suitcase on the bed and tossed a pair of jeans and sweatshirt at her. “Come on, make haste while the sun still shines!”

“Mr. Haines,” Blair grumbled. “There is no sun.”

“There
will
be!” he insisted. “Hurry up or I’ll leave without you.”

“Fine.”

Five minutes later, Blair and Mr. Haines were shivering in a cab on their way to Paddington train station. He was kind enough to buy her a scone and a cup of tea before hopping aboard for the six-hour journey to St. Just. Afterwards, Blair leaned her head back and took a nap. She awoke three hours later and spent the rest of the journey chatting with Mr. Haines.

“So what is the house like?” she asked, stretching her legs. “And why were Randy and Heather so keen to get their mitts on it?”

“Your Grandmother was a very smart woman, Ms. Evans.” Mr. Haines took off his glasses and wiped them off with a handkerchief. “She loved that house. It was the only thing in her possession she deemed worthy of leaving to you.” He let out a derisive snort. “She knew they’d start picking at the bones as soon as she popped off.”

“Mr. Haines!” Blair gasped. “That’s a horrible thing to say.”

“Not my words, Ms. Evans. They were your grandmother’s.”

“She didn’t like them very much, did she?”

“I’m afraid not,” Mr. Haines sniffed. “I’m afraid the feelings were mutual. Especially after they tried to have her committed.”

“Committed!”

“Yes,” Mr. Haines said ruefully. “It was after your grandmother contacted me about the new will. They must have found out and tried to have her declared
non compos mentis.”

“But where was everybody?” Blair demanded. “Where were Uncle Chester and Aunt Violet?”

“They didn’t want to have anything to do with her.” He shrugged. “It happens in families when there is a considerable amount of money involved.”

“Considerable amount?”

“Well, before the doctors, lawyers, and nursing homes.” Mr. Haines took out his briefcase and opened it. He handed her a thick sheaf of papers. “Randall and his dear wife held multiple insurance policies on your grandmother as well. A concerned party informed your Eugenia and she cut them out of the will. They had her placed in that hellhole.” He sounded angry. “It was quite a mess.”

Blair thumbed through the documents feeling guilty. “I didn’t know.”

“How could you?”

She glanced out the window hardly noticing the lovely dashes of countryside flying by. “But why would she leave me the house? I hardly knew her.”

Mr. Haines smiled faintly. “That’s because your mother wouldn’t allow it.”

“I didn’t know her either.”
“I know. Your father raised you. And after his untimely death, you passed from one foster home to another, running away from several until you dropped out of high school. You then received a GED and took a couple of classes at your local community college.”

Blair glared at him. “You sure know a lot about me, Mr. Haines.”

He nodded stiffly. “I make it my business to know everything about my clients. Your grandmother was most insistent I find you and bring you to London.”

“I don’t suppose they told you the reason I ran away from those foster homes?”

Mr. Haines paled. “They mentioned…an incident.”

“Incident, my ass!” Blair swore. “Did she know?”

He squirmed in his seat before nodding. “She did. It broke her heart to know what that monster did to you.”

“So why didn’t she try to find me then?”

“You were long gone by the time I hired the private detective.” Mr. Haines shook his head. “That wasn’t very nice of you.”

“Me?” Blair crossed her arms over her chest. “I hitched my way out of hell, Mr. Haines. Judge me if you think you have the right.”

“I don’t.”

“No, you don’t.”

“But living in Arizona couldn’t have been enjoyable. Doesn’t it get hot in summer?”

Blair smirked. “You could say that.”

“My apologies.” He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small guidebook. “You might want to read up on the area.”

“What’s it like?” Blair skimmed the pages and found an interesting note about Cornish pasties. “I’m afraid I don’t have much money, Mr. Haines. I mean if I wanted to stay for the night and inspect the property.”