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I don’t want any of them to see how nervous I am. It’ll only raise more questions.
I wave the brochure at him as we mingle at the entrance of the auction house. “Ten acres of pure country. It’s beautiful, Angelo. No other houses for miles.” I know he can appreciate it. He has Falmouth.
Angelo nods in approval. “There’s no hoping in our world, Dante. You know I’ll do anything to help you get what you want.”
He’s always calm and collected. That’s what I strive to be like. I look up to Angelo the most being the eldest, but most of all, I respect him. He was very much a father figure to Fynn and me when we lost Papa.
“Even watch me part with my money for a property you haven’t even seen?”
Angelo gives me one of his rare smiles. “You just keep your eye on the ball, little brother. I trust your judgment.”
“I hope no assholes are bidding against you too hard,” Fynn says, ever so helpful as always. “That would suck.”
In more ways than one, but it’s the name of the game.
“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” I tell him as we walk to the entrance.
Once again, with Angelo at the helm, it’s like Moses parting the Red Sea. The crowd gathering outside the building steps out of the way as we make our way inside.
Angelo stops to talk to some of his realtor associates and acknowledges a few other people he knows.
I register for the auction while all of that takes place, and within a few minutes, I join my brothers to take our seats.
“What the fuck will you do with ten acres of land again?” Fynn asks me as we wait for the auction to begin. More people file in to take their seats.
He knows exactly what I want to do with it by now, but I repeat it for the benefit of Marco and Angelo.
“I want to build a ranch,” I tell him. “You know I’ve always wanted a country hideaway. Somewhere fucking quiet, away from the prying eyes of the media.”
“You’re a dreamer, Dante. You’ve always been like this,” Fynn goes on. “I can’t think where you get it from.”
My brothers all chuckle.
“He’ll make it a reality if he wants it,” Marco says just as we all turn our heads simultaneously. A leggy raven-haired woman walks past us in a sharp-cut pants suit and sky-high heels. She’s wearing a black hat and dark shades. She’s followed by two security guys directly on her tail.
“Who the fuck is that?” Fynn whispers.
“Beats me.” I shrug. We all notice she has an air of importance about her and that she turns every head in the room.
She may be some kind of celebrity that none of us know, as her presence calls for almost as much attention as our entrance did.
I wish I’d seen this property sooner so I could have put a bid in before the auction. I don’t fucking like surprises, and I want this land.
Angelo leans forward. “So, you’re sure about this?”
“Fynn and I drove out this morning,” I tell him. “I couldn’t be more sure of anything.”
He nods. He knows by the confidence in my tone that I’ve thought this through.
The property is surrounded by red maple trees that span forever. Maybe I’m just feeling happy and loved up since New York. I have to see my girl tonight, or I’ll fucking combust.
“Rayne wanted to be here,” Angelo continues. “This kind of shit interests her, except time at the gallery didn’t permit.”
Being an auctioneer by trade, I’m sure she’d be the one person to find this interesting, unlike my snickering brothers.
I nod, knowing that Rayne knows about Mia and me, and that makes me feel guilty.
I haven’t been to Bijou because I’ve been busy with this. I know she’s now flowing through my veins, and I can’t shake her.
