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“He’s got parents, but doesn’t really talk to them, except on holidays. They’re usually traveling. Retired.”

“Names?”

I thought about it, and Harvey had spoken of them so little, I didn’t know if I could remember. Then, it came to me. “Maurice and Sindy, with an S.”

“What was she, a stripper? Sin-Dee?”

I thought about that uptight woman in the shirts, buttoned up to her throat and the perfect coifs, and laughed. “I doubt it.”

“Okay. Maurice and Sindy. Jesus. Where do they live when not traveling?”

“They have a home in upstate New York, Montauk or something. Or they have a vacation home… then there is the house in Malibu. Beach house. I never went, but he had a couple of pictures in the apartment. Him, lounging by the ocean.”

“What a putz.”

I laughed and asked him, “Didn’t know you farmers from Nebraska spoke a lot of Yiddish?”

“You know Yiddish?”

“I had a Jewish buddy in the army from New York, and he would crack us up, doing impressions of his family. Good guy,” I said, then felt my throat closing, as he was one of those that died that day. I missed him terribly, but tried like hell not to think about him.

Another confession I was sure I’d have to give Brian. It would probably help.

“You forget I traveled a bit myself. I got off the farm like my ass was on fire, vowing ever to live anywhere there weren’t huge buildings and millions of people to get lost in. Now… I’m done.”

After giving him more details of Harvey, we were about to close his computer when Burke came in and sat next to me. “So, why didn’t you tell me about the pretty little cowboy that has a crush on us?”

I opened my mouth to deny I was keeping it from them, but Noah beat me to it, coming in, cussing up a storm about Joel. “That kid, Jesus.”

“What happened?”

“Don’t be mad at our little pookie,” Burke teased.

“Yourpookieis heading for a beat down. He was off in a damn corner, staring at Burke, wasn’t watching what he was doing and almost let all the horses out of the corral.”

I laughed heartily before confessing, “I knew he’d seen you last time you were here, but didn’t think about it much. Why? You interested?”

“We’re not interested in anyone yet,” Damon proclaimed. “Got too much on our plates right now. Maybe once we get here, we’ll give him a go.”

I didn’t like that. “He’s young. He’s kinda stupid when it comes to the lifestyle. He’s asked me some things, sure, but I don’t think he’s much interested in learning, as he is just being dirty.”

That was the wrong thing to say, obviously, as both heads turned to me, and I could almost feel that their mouths were filling with saliva.

“No! Not a chance. Not until he…” I was going to say learns more about it, but that didn’t seem right. With his hunt, he could learn from the wrong men. “Just… be careful with him.”

Noah backed me up, at least for a minute. “He’s green as a new-cut baby tree.” He then stopped and turned to them before heading to the kitchen. “Maybe, if you take him on, use a damn switch on him.”

“Noah!”

Chapter Thirty-Two

Noahtoldmethatnight, as we lay in bed, that he had spoken to Brian that day. I didn’t know when, as he hadn’t been in the house much, but Noah always had a lot of irons in the fire.

“And…?”

“He thinks you are just about ready to expand on things… play wise.”

I smiled and looked to the ceiling again, like I usually did, searching for answers in the white paint. “Oh. I see.”

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