Amish House of Secrets by Samantha Price Read Free Book Online

gone out on a limb and things had always come right; this time they hadn’t.
    He looked down at his dusty clothes and knew he would have to change into some clean clothes before he went into town. He hurried inside to change, grateful that he already had the buggy hitched and ready to go.
    Once he reached the office the receptionist led him to the realtor’s desk. He sat heavily on the chair behind the desk, not waiting to be asked to have a seat.
    “Hello, Mr. Jacobson. What’s this about the bank not putting the money through?”
    “I need a few more days.”
    “Until you sort it out with your bank, it’s best you give me back the keys to the property.” The realtor leaned forward and put out his hand.
    “But, I’ve already done so much work to the house. It’s already mine; I’ve done a lot of work on it. And Emma, my fiancé, gave me the money to do renovations while she’s on her trip. Why can’t I just keep working on the house until I clear things up with the bank?” Wil knew the only way out of this was to buy time.
    “Mr. Jacobson, I’m just trying to do my job and I’m not doing my job very well if you have the keys in your possession under these circumstances. I took you at your word that this was a cash transaction, and that’s the only reason I let you have the keys early.” The realtor whispered, “If the boss knows I’ve already handed the keys to you, I’ll be in all sorts of strife.” He lifted his eyebrow. “Know what I mean?”
    Wil remained silent, and the realtor continued, “I’ll keep it off the market for a while to give you a bit more time – two days. The money is coming, isn’t it?”
    Wil nodded.
    “Are you sure?”
    “I’m sure.” Wil did his best to sound confident.
    “After two days I’ll have to start actively marketing the house again. I won’t stop anyone looking through it if they want to, but I will do my best to stall them.” The realtor frowned at Wil. “Are you borrowing the money?”
    Wil shook his head. “I won’t need to.”
    “But it is coming, from somewhere, isn’t it?”
    Wil nodded. “I already said it would be there.”
    The realtor typed something into his computer. Wil leaned over and tried to see what he typed, but he tilted the screen away from him. “Well, that’s it, let me know as soon as you’ve got the money in the bank.”
    “Thank you. I’ll be in touch.” Wil said as he stood up. Wil knew he should contact Emma directly. He remembered the name of the hotel where she was staying with Maureen, but he decided to wait until she came back, that way she could have a worry free time away.
    As he walked back to his buggy, he felt sick to the stomach about Emma’s money that he’d already spent. What if the money didn’t come through as he’d planned? There was only one thing for it; he’d have to call the company from where he was expecting the money.
    Half an hour later, back in his barn, Wil had finally gotten through to the person with whom he needed to speak. “Mr. Jacobson, sorry that you’ve been given the run-around. I have your plans in front of me.”
    “You do? Do you like the concept?” Wil’s heart was beating so fast and heavily that he thought he might have a heart attack. So much was riding on the answer that he was about to hear.
    “I’m afraid that there would not be enough call for us to manufacture the plough. It would be too costly for us. Maybe you could try a smaller firm; we do things on a large scale. It’s not the kind of thing we’re interested in; people are using machines now for that kind of thing.”
    “I know they’re using machines, but there’s a big movement that’s going in the other direction nowadays. People are moving toward organic farming and don’t want to use machinery,” Wil said.
    “That’s very true. However, they’re still in the minority and it wouldn’t be a wise financial move for us to go with your design. As I said, you may try your luck with a smaller