the place as I enter the living area. “Good Evening Ms. Foster.” I turn and behind me is a man standing in the kitchen. “I’m Zander, Mr. Harrison’s personal chef.” I walk over to shake his hand. “Nice to meet you Zander, call me Avery.” Zander is a tall thin man. He looks about my age. Zander has long dark hair tucked neatly in a ponytail and dark brown eyes.
“Avery, could I fix you something to eat?” Zander asks. “Not right now but maybe later.” “Sure.” “Zander where is Grant.” “I believe he is in his office with Mr. Parker.” “Would you like a glass of wine?” Zander asks. “Yes please.”
Zander brings me a glass of white wine and I sit on one of the soft tan leather couches in the living area. I look around the living area trying to size up the room. In the middle of the living area is a square brown coffee table that sits on a brown and tan area rug. The hard wood floors look rustic but elegantly polished. The room is definitely filled with warm neutral colors. I look directly ahead of me at the fireplace that is encased in polished oak. It is gorgeous. I walk up to it running my hand along the mantle.
As I’m admiring the fireplace, Grant and Lance enter the living area from the hallway on the opposite side of the room. “I’ll have the attorney’s draw up the contracts. They should be ready in two weeks.” Lance says to Grant. “Avery, I didn’t know you were awake.” Grant quickly walks over to me. How are you feeling?” “I’m fine”
“Lance, you remember Avery Foster?” “Of course I do. How could I forget? How are you Avery?” “I’m good. How are you?” “Couldn’t be better. I better get out of here. It was really good seeing you again Avery.” I smile at Lance as he leaves.
Grant and I walk over to the couch and we sit down. “I was going to have Zander prepare shrimp linguine for dinner if that is ok with you?” “Sure.” He gets up and walks into the kitchen. He talks to Zander and then returns and sits down beside me. I feel nervous. I guess because I have never been here before. Maybe it’s the fact that someone attacked me last night or my horses could have been killed.
“Avery, how are you doing?” “I’m fine.” “I wasn’t asking how you are feeling. I meant how are you handling all of this? You have been through a lot. I know that you are not fine.” “Grant I’m ok. All this takes a little getting used to.” “I know but I’m here if you want to talk. Bottling your emotions up inside only makes it worse. Besides I want you to be comfortable here. You are safe here Avery. I won’t let anything happen to you”. Grant puts his arm around me and I bury my head into his shoulder. We sit there silent just enjoying each other’s company.
Chapter Nine
An hour later Zander serves us dinner. We eat, neither of us having anything to say. I can’t stop thinking about what has happened. I’m worried about my horses and my family. Could Coy really be behind this ? It’s so hard to think about. Fear begins taking over my body.
We finish dinner and Zander clears our plates. As we make our way back to the living area. I start to not feel well. My throat is getting scratchy and I start to cough and I can’t stop. “Avery! Are you ok?” Grant helps me to the couch. I can’t answer him. I’m coughing so hard I can’t breathe. A man in a suit enters the living room. “Everything ok Mr. Harrison?” “No. Jacob. Ms. Foster needs her meds now!” “Yes sir.”
Jacob returns with my inhaler and cough syrup. Grant hands me the inhaler and I spray it in my mouth. Instantly I can breathe again. Grant then hands me a dose of cough syrup. It’s so awful but I manage to choke it down. “Zander can you bring Ms. Foster some water.” Zander quickly
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