CHAPTER SIX
On Monday, the clip of Caleb’s Italian leather wingtips against the estate’s hardwood floor echoed the beat of his heart. As he worked with Becca on the business plan, he’d learned two things about her: she was from a small town outside Twin Falls, Idaho, and her father’s first name was Rob. Information his private investigator had used to perform a background check.
The jig was up.
Caleb had known his instincts were right about her.
His hand tightened around the manila folder containing irrefutable proof Becca Taylor was a scammer. He strode into the estate’s solarium with one goal in mind—get Becca away from his grandmother. “Hello, Grams.”
“Caleb.” She lounged on a chaise, holding a glass of pink lemonade complete with a pink paper umbrella. “Thanks for letting yourself
