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Knowing the answer, unsure if she trusted him enough to speak it aloud, she stared down at her hand—the one still holding on to his muscular forearm. Wetting her lips, she whispered, “If I say yes, will we do it again?”
“That’s not my decision, little one. Daddy knows best, remember? This is where communication with Evander becomes imperative; he can’t guide you where you want to go if he doesn’t know.” Brushing a wayward lock of hair away from her face, Elias sighed. “Should the opportunity arise again, I’m not inclined to refuse it.”
Oh boy. A sudden rush of nerves brought Little Callie scurrying to the surface, ready to take over if the situation demanded her assistance.
Deciding that embarking on a fantasy two-Dom relationship was more than she could handle right now, Callie attempted to steer the conversation in the opposite direction, hoping to buy herself enough time to examine the weird feelings kindling inside her.
What she felt for Evander was absolute; something had clicked between them on Roulette night, something strong and powerful. He was her Daddy, and no one else had ever gone to so much effort to show her how loved and safe she was.
But Elias…part of her wanted to trust him as deeply as she did Evander.
“I think I should go shower,” she blurted, forgetting any hint of tactfulness.
The stiff British formality returned to his voice. “As you wish, Miss Callie. Breakfast will be on the table when you return. Would you like me to inform Evander that you’ll be joining him at the viewing?”
She had a deadline looming, her characters were nagging at her in the back of her mind, and her social capacity was almost at its peak. This time away from Evander would be better spent catching up on her work and setting a few boundaries in place to protect herself from future heartbreak, but…
Elias was right—she craved reassurance that everything was okay, that the path she’d set her feet on less than a week ago was still stable.
More than that, Evander wanted her to be a part of something he was building. A lasting fixture in the Denver community. A place where he could provide a safe haven for people like them.
Standing by his side as he took the first step wasn’t much to ask.
“He really wants me there?”
“I assure you, he really does.”
“Okay then. Shower, breakfast, and road trip.”
Elias’ smile radiated approval. “I’ll make the arrangements.”
All or nothing, she was throwing everything into the ring.
*
Evander
Pictures would never do this place justice. The common lens couldn’t translate the sheer beauty of the landscape from reality onto a screen; it couldn’t capture the subtle scent of impending snow and fragrant pine on the air.
Come summer, the harshness of the surrounding view would give way to rolling green fields at the front, interspersed with some small red rock formations and lines of fir trees, leading down to the shimmer of water where the massive pond spread for almost an acre.
Those same fields extended to the sides, bisected by the long, wide track sweeping up from the road for over a mile. In the far distance, one part of the property line was clearly marked with a stretch of Colorado blue spruce trees—so the realtor told him.
The rest of the land sat behind the main house, outbuildings, and six log cabins, guiding the way into the wilderness of the foothills.
The potential here was astounding, and he intended to utilize it.
“…standing on seventy-five acres.” Beside him, the sleekly, immaculately dressed realtor gestured to the view with a pristinely manicured hand. She wasn’t wearing a wedding ring, but the narrow sliver of fake tan that didn’t quite match the rest of her skin tone told him that she concealed her marriage from potential clients as she flirted her way into a sale—if she didn’t directly bed her clients during the process.
The fact she was improperly attired for Denver in February gave him the same warning flare up the length of his spine.
“The owner is keen to sell; as I’m sure you know, it’s been on the market for several months now, and he’s struggling to keep up with property maintenance due to personal reasons.”
Basically, Evander thought, the old bastard was up to his neck in debt and couldn’t afford to make the place reflect its true worth. Something he fully intended to take advantage of—he was leaving here today with a contract of sale, no matter what.
He just needed Callie’s seal of approval.
Why that was important, he didn’t know. The time he spent with her filled in an aching hole in his chest, and he wanted more. She was becoming an integral part of his world so quickly, it felt as though losing her would be the end of it.
