“Right away Miss Whitley.” He pulled his key ring from the drawer and followed her. When it was unlocked he left. The least amount of time spent with her the better. Kat pulled out her father’s drawer and looked through the papers she found. Mostly it was recipes, the deed to the house and her father’s bank book. “I will be setting up accounts in town. Will you pay the bills as you have in the past?” Kat wanted to be sure. It would be just like him to change the rules to suit himself. “I will be more than happy to Miss Whitley, if you will sign right here.” He turned a paper to face her, she read it carefully. “I happen to know your farm maybe for sale soon also. Mister Woods will not be able to pay his taxes in the fall unless corn turns to gold for him.” Perhaps if he could get on her better side he would sleep more peacefully at night. Lawson would never admit it but she scared the hell out of him, and since he had pissed her off the other day, he had not slept for more than an hour at a time.
