A Grizzly Kind Of Love (The Mating Game Book 3) Read Free

door, she saw an older lady with a walker slowly, painstakingly making her way towards her car, which was a few spaces down from hers. The woman was struggling to hold on to a big bag of groceries.
    “Can I help you with that?” Wynona called out.
    “What’s that, dear?” The woman twisted around to face her and dropped her bag. She cried out in dismay as apples rolled out onto the pavement.
    “Oh, are you all right? I’ll get that for you,” Wynona said, kneeling down to scoop the fruit into the bag.
    Wynona held out the bag of groceries. Instead of taking it, the woman slapped a sheaf of papers on top of the bag, smiled sweetly, and said, “You’ve been served.”
    Wynona stared down at the papers in shock as the woman strolled off, folding her walker as she went. Someone was suing her? What the hell?
    “You have got to be kidding me!” she yelled at the woman.
    “Works every time,” the woman said smugly, sliding into her car.
    “Hey, you left your groceries! That’s littering!” Wynona shouted. The woman shut the door and backed out.
    Cursing under her breath, Wynona set the groceries down on a bench and grabbed the papers. Maybe a homeless person would find the bag; she hated to waste food.
    Then she looked over the sheaf of papers. She was somehow not surprised to see that she was being sued by the Shepherds. Back at the restaurant, Cecily had been awfully sure that Wynona would be forced to do what she wanted.
    But why were they suing her for fraud? This had to be some kind of ridiculous mistake – she’d never had any business dealings with them.
    That text from Hartford, though… A sudden clutch of anxiety squeezed her breath away. Why didn’t he want the Shepherds to know where he was? What had he done?
    She went straight back to the office and called Roland Brown, an attorney she knew. He was a lion who had ended up marrying a gazelle after she’d fixed them up on a date. Weirdest pairing ever. But now they were expecting.
    Roland stopped by a couple of hours later. He went into Wynona’s office, sat down on her couch and read through the paperwork with a scowl on his face. “Hmm,” he muttered as he read.
    Wynona sat at her desk and watched him with alarm.
    “Don’t hmmm. Don’t look like that,” she said. “Why are you shaking your head? What’s going on?”
    “Well, according to this lawsuit, you and your ex-husband got the Shepherds to invest in a building project in Florida. It was supposed to be a beachfront resort, but that lot of land turns out to be swampland, which was why you were able to purchase it so cheaply and pocket the profits. You bought the land using a shell company that was posing as a construction company. The land itself is worthless.”
    “I did nothing of the sort!” she said indignantly. “Why would I do something like that?”
    “I don’t know, but your signature is here on the contract,” he said.
    She got up and walked over to look at the page he was pointing at.
    “That could be forged,” Gillian called out from her desk in the other room.
    “And your paw print. And your thumb print.” Roland tapped each spot.
    “That’s just on the final page of the document,” Wynona protested. “The rest of the document has been changed. There’s only one property deal that my ex and I were involved in. We bought one condo unit that we were going to rent out during the year and then vacation in for two weeks every summer. When we split up, we got our ten-thousand-dollar deposit back and split it.”
    Roland’s brows drew together. “Hmm.” She hated it when he said that. “After you signed the document, who took it down to the courthouse to file it?”
    She suddenly went cold. “My ex-husband did.”
    “So maybe he swapped out all but the last page of the contract.”
    “That’s not possible!” she spluttered.
    “Well, we can take it to court. Where is your ex-husband?”
    The hair on the back of her neck lifted. “He left the country after