Kennedy In Denver (In Denver Series Book 1) by Unknown Read Free Book Online Page B

and you, to see if it's a plan that will work. My parent have breakfast every Saturday morning at eight-twenty at the Denver Diner.” I was silent.
    “I can't let you in. I don't like strangers in my personal space. I will meet you outside the gate in twenty minutes. Please wait.”  I hurried up the stairs and threw on pair of black slacks and a nice lavender top pulling my hair back in a low smooth ponytail. I put my contacts in and did my makeup in record time. I have to remind myself I’m not Kennedy here, I'm Siobhan. My mask is in place. I make sure I have everything I need for my meeting. I then meet the Kerrigan siblings at the gate.
    You couldn't have a more stark contrast in two siblings. Stacy with her olive skin, blue eyes and black hair was standing next to an equally beautiful man. He was tall, maybe six foot three, with hair the color of copper, piercing green eyes with flecks of gold in them, and skin so fair it was almost translucent. When they smiled you could tell he and Stacy were siblings; they had the same enchanting smile with deep dimples on each cheek.
    I greet Stacy with a handshake and nod at Michael. It was hard to touch men, so I tried my best not to. Taking separate cars, we drive a few miles off the beaten path of Downtown Denver. I parked in front of a fifties style diner. Getting out, I followed the Kerrigan siblings to a booth occupied by a stunning couple that appeared to be in their sixties.
    “This is my mom Elena and dad Shamus,” Stacy chirped.
    ”I would like to introduce you to Siobhan Gallagher.” I extended my hand to Mrs. Kerrigan, but quickly drew it back nodding my hello to Mr. Kerrigan. Mrs. Kerrigan's eyes were locked on me like she could see through my mask. I run my mental checklist: contacts in, scars covered, freckles covered, and no red roots peeking through. I snap out of it, and direct my attention to the couple.
    “I'm sorry to have interrupted your breakfast but I hope to talk to you about The Hope Theatre. I'm interested in buying it, but I was told by your son, Easton, that it wasn’t for sale.”
    “Please, Ms. Gallagher, sit and join us.” Shamus pointed towards the booth
    “Stacy, can I please sit on the outside?” Stacy nodded and slid into the booth then Michael followed. I sat, as close to the edge as possible, making sure I didn't touch him. I went on the explain everything I wanted to do, including how I wanted to restore the theater and Banquet halls. Once I was done I excused myself to the bathroom wiping my brow with a paper towel and returning to the table.
    “Ms. Gallagher after discussing we have decided to sell you the building. Since it's a historical building you are entitled to some grant money for the restoration, but not until the restoration has been completed and approved,” Elena informed me.  “Stacy knows how the applications need to be finished and what needs to accompany them. The asking price is two million- five hundred thousand; the building is in disrepair but in a prime real estate district” Shamus added.
    “Sir, I'm not going to haggle price. I want that building, so I will pay your asking price.”
    “How are you securing financing? Do you have investors for the Conservatory?” Shamus inquired.
    “No, sir. I will be the sole proprietor. I will pay three million cash after an inspection. I need close by the end of the week.”  
    Stacy's eyes got wide. “Thank you. This is gonna be my first sale. I just finished real estate school last month. I'm so excited!”
    I smiled my first genuine smile in over three years, “Well since you're about to take a whole lot of my money, you can call me, Siobhan.” I laughed.
    Stacy looks up from her phone “Let’s gets the lawyers to start the paperwork. I have someone that can do the inspection at three o’clock this afternoon.”
    “I guess I will sign on the dotted line once we get the all clear. I’ll need to get ahold of the bank and let them know what I need. I