Page 33 of Lucifer's Hounds

Honestly, I’m going to check out my house and find the new owner and discuss the possibility of catching up on rent and staying there, but Scott doesn’t need to know all of that.

“I understand. Have a good day,” he says and moves out of the way.

I make it to the house in time to find out that the new owner is a property managing company. The agent that’s over the property is standing outside when I arrive.

“You must be Miss Summers,” the woman says when I approach.

“Yes. Please, call me Lilly,” I say, shaking her hand. The agent isn’t much taller than me. Long, curly black hair rests just above her ass and she’s got a light about her that’s bubbly and bright. She’s dressed in a green collared shirt with a white logo on the right corner and a pair of blue jeans with black boots.

“I’m Carrie. I’ll be the one managing your account with us,” she says with a genuine smile.

“Nice to meet you, Carrie.”

“It shows here that your account was past due with the previous owner, but it was paid in full when we took over.”

“What?”

I haven’t made a payment. Until five minutes ago, I didn’t even know that a company had bought the property, much less who they were or how to pay them. There has to be some kind of mistake.

“Yes ma’am. It shows a payment made yesterday in the amount of two thousand dollars on your account. Looks like you’re paid up for next month, too.”

“That isn’t right. I haven’t made a payment,” I mutter, confused.

“No ma’am, it’s certainly right. I took the payment myself,” Carrie assures me.

“Do you know who paid it?”

“I’m not allowed to share that information. I know, it’s silly, but it’s part of our policy.”

“Oh. Well, thank you anyway. And thank you for letting me know.”

“Not a problem. Is there anything else I can help you with?” Carrie asks.

“Nope, I think that about covers it. I came here to try and talk you into letting me stay in my house, but it looks like I don’t have to. Can you tell whoever it was that paid it that I said thank you?”

“No, I don’t have their contact information. I’m sorry, Lilly.”

“Well damn. Okay. Thank you, again.”

Carries nods and gives me a reassuring smile.

“Anytime. It was so good to meet you,” she says, taking my hand between both of hers for a moment before walking to her.

“You too!”

I unlock the door to the house before grabbing some of the things I had loaded in the trunk. I pack everything back in and begin putting things way in their original spots. It’s weighing on my mind that someone has paid my rent, and I don’t know who. Mindy, maybe? Mom? I’m not sure. No one knows how behind I am or that I even needed it to be paid. I finally get everything unloaded from my car and sit on the couch. The couch at the bar is comfortable but there’s nothing like being at home on my own couch. This old couch came with the house when I moved in, and I’ve grown an odd emotional attachment to it.

I open my phone. It’s early, only eleven-thirty and I’m bored sitting here. I decide to get up and go see Mindy. I need some counseling after this morning and a drink probably won’t hurt, either.

I get to the bar just in time to catch Mindy before lunch.

“I’ll have whatever you’re having,” I say, walking through the door to find Mindy with a bowl of red beans in hand.

“There’s some on the stove in the back. Go grab a bowl.”

I fix myself a bowl and sit at the bar. It’s empty, mostly because it’s technically not open to the public yet. I can’t help but be in awe of how amazing it looks. The two different crews that came in and remodeled everything did such a fantastic job. It’s definitely not the same bar that it used to be and that’s a good thing. Hell, the driveway alone is going to be so good for business.

“So, what’s up with you and mystery biker slash boss man?” Mindy asks between bites.

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