Shadowed Trust

Colorado Trust Series Book 3
Ad-Man Jordan Blake believed image was everything--until his parents were convicted of murder, the family company went bankrupt, and his excessive drinking and arrest fueled the tabloids. When lawyer David Barnes offers representation in exchange for assistance in reopening his Colorado mountain resort, Jordan has no choice. It's help or jail.

Hollywood wild child Lexie Sinclair disappeared by changing her name, joining the army, and marrying a soldier. One night, her husband wrapped their car around a tree, killed himself, and left her permanently injured. For the past few years she's been content to live in peaceful obscurity as caretaker of David's defunct resort.

Jordan's arrival exposes Lexie's true identity and brings her dead husband's 'friends' calling. Jordan offers to help, but the shadow of his drinking leaves Lexie reluctant to trust. Can they conquer their fears and find the courage to face the criminals--and the world--together?

He double-checked his covers with a slight sense of
embarrassment before sitting up with a low groan.  "What the hell is going on?"

"Breakfast was ready at seven."

"I don't eat breakfast."  He rubbed his face again, day-old whiskers
rasping against his palm.  He looked at
his watch.  Seven-fifteen?   Was she
kidding?  "I usually sleep in," he
grumbled.

"You pass out," she accused.

Jordan
dropped his hand and glared at her.  Not
another righteous know-it-all.  "I sleep
in," he repeated in a tight voice.  Damn,
his head hurt.  And it was cold.

"You couldn't tell me that last night?"

"What do you care?"

"Besides the fact that I'm your boss, I made
breakfast."

His stomach growled, reminding him he hadn't eaten
last night.  That's why the whiskey had
hit him so hard.  He barely contained a
groan of misery.  "Give me ten minutes."  He waited for her to go so he could get
dressed, and finally, she walked out.

"Is this going to be a problem?" she called from the
porch, the door still open.

"No," he said, wishing she'd actually leave.  He swept aside the covers and reached for his
duffle bag on the floor.

"It looks like it is."

Jordan snapped his head up.  He jerked the blanket back when he saw Lexie
standing in the kitchen, holding his whiskey bottle upside down.  His empty
whiskey bottle, damn it.

"I didn't drink all that."

She gave it a little shake.  "It's empty."

He huffed out a breath.  "I can see that.  But I didn't drink it all."  He frowned, knowing he hadn't drank that
much.  Had he?   With sudden clarity,
he remembered he'd had company.
"That
damn raccoon," he muttered under his breath.