Billionaire's Accidental Wife

Chapter 10

Sebastian could then do with the information what he saw fit, delivering it to the higher ups, or possibly someone else if necessary. Levi really just wanted to be the delivery boy and be done with it at this point. He’d been thinking about it for a long time.

He shook his head to shake off the chill and flicked the gas from his vehicle down the final hundred yards to the clearing and the promise of a warm bed, a nice meal, and a good night’s sleep.

Levi felt he heard another disturbance in the woods, possibly a second deer. Whatever it was, he didn’t hear it again, but his nerves were on edge until he entered the clearing and heard voices within the small building.

He got out of his jeep and walked up to the modern wood inn. Blood rushed through his legs, causing a tingling feeling throughout his entire body. He bent down toward his toes and stretched to restore normal circulation before standing up straight and fastening the satchel at his side.

As he headed toward the door, he took the gun from the belt attached to his seat and propped it over his shoulder.

Levi pressed against the door, which squeaked open with a loud, gritty screech that would have scared any animal brave enough to venture too close to the inn.

There was a countertop to the left of the fireplace inside. A big dark iron kettle rested over a smouldering mound of crimson coals, steam billowing up from the top, as expected. The odours he’d noticed outside were far more potent indoors. His stomach grumbled once again as the steak, onions, peppers, and other veggies simmered. There was one patron sitting at the bar with a half-full glass in one hand, probably filled with cold beer of some kind.

Levi smiled when he noticed Mrs. Goldsmith standing behind the counter. “Madame, good evening. I hope everything is going well for you. How are the grandkids?” She gave him a friendly grin that was tinged with anxiety. “Sir Levi, they are good… in school now,” she said, with a friendly Spanish accent. At least Levi felt the sound was pleasant. He appreciated his visits to this location and wished he could do it more frequently. The” Montblanc,” as the locals called it, provided plenty of outdoor adventure and natural beauty.” It’s great to see you again,” she grumbled, extending her arms as if to hug him but without coming over the bar to do so. “Can I get you something?” “I’ll have a beer or something stronger if you have one, and some of that fine stew I see cooking back there.” He took off his pack and set it next to a chair at a little square table off to the side of the room. There was a window close by, though the shutters were closed. He thought it odd but didn’t make any mention of it. There was no need to have the windows shut. It was a beautiful night out, and there were no clouds in the sky. Then maybe the Goldsmiths were just attempting to make the property feel cosy so that any visitors who stopped in would want to remain.

you have my regular room?” Levi

Goldsmith nodded as she finished pouring beer into a large glass. She handed him the frothy drink and placed it on the table. “Sure

upbeat. Perhaps business has been slow recently. Their outpost was in the middle of nowhere, which might be a good thing or a bad one. A facility like this could be a lifeline for someone who is tired and desperate after a long trip. Then again, how many of those passed through this area? The path was notorious for rape, theft, and murder. The bandits who lived in its forests and neighbouring hills were infamous for their cruelty. Levi could handle them as long as they weren’t too numerous. He’d once taken on four robbers on his own, killing two and maiming the other two for life. He’d never told anyone about it, but he believed the two surviving bandits would take care of it. When travelling on dangerous highways, it never hurts to have a little tale about you spreading “Where are you headed, Sir?” Mrs. Goldsmith asked as she returned to the fireplace and picked up a bowl. She grabbed a long wooden spoon and dipped it into the iron pot, scooping out a hefty portion of stew. “Sebastian… I miss the bastard,” he said. His right hand slipped down to the satchel again, fingers rubbing over the worn leather. “I have to meet with him.” She grinned at him and placed

the bowl down on the table in

he didn’t care about money or material possessions. That was one of the most stressful facets of being a ranger. He felt more at home in a

I’ve been imprisoned behind a desk these last few years. There’s been almost no time for adventure, save for when I come through

parts.”

that’s for sure.” “Courage or foolishness,” the patron at the bar said, his voice full of gravel. He was an older man with a greying beard that stretched down to the top of his chest. His wiry hair protruded from beneath a leather cap. An old winter coat hung on the back of the chair behind him. Levi couldn’t make

cooler than predicted. Beer tended to be a little warm in the summer, which was excellent for getting drunk but not so great for the entire

more flavorful

he drained

Some of his mates were concerned that he’d developed a problem. He did, in fact, have a problem. The only thing that took his mind off it was drinking. As far as he could remember, his anxiety had been at an all-time high. It began after he returned home from the mission, when

he give the information to someone else? If

it off to cool, and then shoved it into his mouth. Levi took a second to enjoy the salty and savoury flavors. He chewed a piece of

truly was until the food was set

up to see him finish the