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office with Aiden not far behind, the phone on the desk rang. She was a little surprised. It was Saturday, not a work day. After breakfast with Aiden, she’d expressed to him that she wanted to visit the museum to do some research. Of course, he’d replied in the same manner he’d been doing since he arrived, reminding her of his job duties—accompany her anywhere necessary in order to protect her.
    The phone kept ringing, getting louder as she approached.
    “One moment,” she said to Aiden, as he paused next to the door. She rushed toward the phone and caught it just before voicemail picked up. “Keira Ellis.”
    “Miss Ellis. It’s Alan Wright. I have news.”
    Alan was the listing agent she and Jamison had been working with for years. He’d helped Keira sell and rent several vacation rental properties after Jamison’s death which produced a steady stream of income. She hoped he was calling to tell her that he had another renter.
    “Is it good news or bad news?”
    “Good news, of course.”
    She could almost visualize him smiling from ear to ear on the other end. Of course, his idea of good news was something involving a commission check. That was fine by her, after all, she wanted to prove that she could still hold down these properties on her own while the lawyer and accountant she hired worked out a deal for forming the company that would acquire them. It was what had been keeping her busy day in and day out. That and constant research. When she’d learned that she’d inherited the majority of the properties linked to Jamison’s estate, she had no idea how much work would be involved.
    “I’m listening. What’s the good news?”
    “ The estate has sold.”
    “ The estate? Sold?” She pressed the receiver to her ear, listening for more information. Did he leave some details out? Maybe she missed something.
    “Looks like you’ll be moving out in no time. It’ s been on the market only a couple days and someone’s already made an offer. Well above the appraised value.”
    “Alan,” she said, grabbing the edge of the desk. “This home is not for sale.”
    “Yes, it is. We listed it a few days ago.”
    Keira’s heart beat rapidly. “Who is we ?”
    “Jonathan brought the papers to me . He said you relinquished your rights. And that you were ready to move.”
    “What!” That liar!
    “ You mean you didn’t agree to this?”
    “No.” She shook her head. “There must be some mistake.”
    “I can fax over the documents, but it has your signature right here.”
    Her face grew heated, and she tried to remember what exactly she could have signed. “Fax it now. This home is not for sale. Tell your buyer that I do not accept.”
    “I’m afraid it’s too late.” Alan cleared his throat. “Jonathan has already accepted the offer.”
    Fingers gripped the receiver tightly, and her teeth ground into her bottom lip. She heard Alan repeating her name over and over again, but she hung up. As soon as her bottom hit the chair, a huge sigh rushed out of her.
    What had she signed? This was ridiculous. There had been court proceedings and the estate among other properties had been declared hers. Her head spun as she dropped her face in her palms.
    She wanted to move. One day. But not today.
    W ho gave Jonathan the right to sell the home right up from under her feet without even telling her? He refused to leave her alone, and wanted her out of the picture immediately. There had been a reason Jamison had a will outlining what went to her and what went back his family. If she had any say in any of it, she’d have preferred not to inherit at all. But the will of Jamison Ellis had been clear. The words he spoke on his last dying breath had been even clearer.
    Keira lifted her gaze and focused on the row of bookcases on the adjacent wall. The night the intruder broke inside came roaring back to her. Ever since then, no matter how hard she tried, she could not open the secret door again. She’d even pulled