Piper POV
Piper was sitting in the packhouse dining room, staring at Bradley and his father, Benjamin. They were staring at her. He’d just asked her to call and let the police in Portland know that the movers Brad had sent to her house were not thieves. She’d barely finished her breakfast.
They were both pushing this at her. Brad had asked, and when she’d just raised an eyebrow, Benjamin had put his two cents' worth in, but she had yet to get an apology for his arrogance on this matter. For sending his men to break into her house and try and move her without permission.
“Why?” she finally asked in a simple manner. “ Just pay the fine. You did the crime, you should do the time.” Then she'd leaned back in her chair and stared right back at them, each one in turn, pointedly so.
“Piper ple
