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He got up from his chair and went to her. She was beautiful. In his eyes, she grew more beautiful every day. This morning her hair was mussed up, her eyes were still sleepy, though they shone brightly. As he closed his arms around her, his body awoke. She was warm and soft, and he wanted her.
She reached up and planted a kiss on his lips. “Maybe after your phone calls and my coffee, we could go back to bed for a little while?”
He smiled. “I think we should.” He started walking her that way, but she stopped him.
“Make your phone calls first. I need my coffee.”
He laughed. “Okay, but be quick about it. I’m not going to take long.”
She smiled and turned around and wiggled her ass at him before she went. “You’d better not.”
He picked his phone back up. He needed to make this quick. While he was listening to it ring, she came in and set a mug of coffee on his desk and landed a kiss on his cheek.
He wanted to hang up and follow her, but he’d let her have her coffee first.
“Wine Country Estates and Realty, this is Jessica speaking, how can I help you?”
“Good morning, Jessica. Can I speak with Ken?”
“Good morning. Is that Mr. Di Giovanni?”
“Yes.” He had to smile. The girl had taken a liking to his accent the first time he’d spoken to her. It came in handy that she recognized him—and seemed eager to help.
“One moment. I’ll put you through.”
“Marcos. What can I do for you this fine morning?”
“The Hardy estate. Can I view it?”
“Of course. I’m sorry I didn’t let you know about it last night. I would have, but it doesn’t match what you said you were looking for. When do you want to see it?” Ken was obviously surprised but didn’t miss a beat at the prospect of selling him a much larger property than he’d expected.
Marcos looked at his watch. He had a pressing engagement with Molly as soon as he got off the phone, but after that … He hoped she’d like the idea of going to look around the place. “Any time after eleven today. I assume they’re open to immediate viewings?”
“I’m sure they’ll be thrilled. They’ll want you to sign a non-disclosure before we go over there, but once you do, I can send you all the information.”
“Great. I do have one question first.”
“I’ll answer if I’m able.”
“The old Dawson place is included in the listing …”
“Yes, and if that’s what’s piqued your interest …”
“Yes and no. I need to know if it’s still on a separate deed. Could the two properties be resold separately in the future?”
“Yes. There’s nothing confidential about that fact. I can tell you that their listing agent tried to persuade them to market them as two separate properties, but the seller is hoping to get rid of both in one transaction.”
Marcos smiled. “That might work out for both of us.”
“Excellent. I’ll call them now and see when we can go over there. I’ll call you right back.”
“Okay. I’ll be busy for the next hour or so. Leave me a voicemail, and I’ll meet you at whatever time you say.
“Great. See you later.”
Marcos took a sip of his coffee and scrolled through the photos one more time. He liked the look of the place. He hoped Molly would, too. He didn’t want to buy it with the intention of them living there, but he wanted her to be happy about it. He wanted her to understand—and be happy—that he was ready to make wines again, and he hoped she’d like his idea for the Dawson place. If he could help Grant and Chelsea with their family legacy, that would make him happy.
He took his coffee outside to find Molly, but she wasn’t on the patio. Strangely, her coffee was. It wasn’t like her to go anywhere until she’d had that first mug. He went back into the kitchen. She wasn’t there either. He smiled. Maybe she knew he was off the phone already and had gone to wait for him in bed? No. Then he heard her in the bathroom.
