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“Oh, and some baked brie with your cranberry jam for dessert, maybe a nice port to go with that,” I state.
“You’re an asshole. You know that?” Bastian says. “You know that’s not what I was talking about. Why are you sending me onyoursex errands.”
“It’s not a sex errand,” I state matter-a-factly.
“D’accord,” he says with a sigh.
“Her dog chewed up hers. I wanted to surprise her with a new one,” I explain.
“So, you don’t plan on using this as part of yourdatetonight?” he asks, making air quotes when he says “date.”
“No, that’s not myplan,” I answer.
He mutters in French under his breath and leaves me. I let the smirk I’ve been holding inside release. I love bothering him. I’d never admit how much his friendship has meant to me and he’d never bring it up, but damn, I love him like the brother I never had.
I scroll through some contracts and some possible real estate investments. If I can just find a few more, I can keep James Titan at bay. My eyes land on a piece of property here in Storyview Falls. I’ve been eyeing it for a while. It’s an old farm that abuts the downtown area. The house itself is massive and old and it’s near the road and walkable to Main Street, but there isn’t a reason for me to keep it. I’ve been looking for the perfect property for one of the companies I want to acquire. I envision a sort of walkable campus. I send Cruz my thoughts on this and ask him to look into it.
There’s a knock at the door and Bastian is standing there smiling. He walks like he’s on a goddamn runway, strutting across the room, and drops a pink bag on my desk.
“Your vibrator, sir,” he says with a flourish of his hand.
I give him a pointed look.
“Does sir need anything else?” he asks.
“Fuck off and get to work on dinner. I’d like to eat promptly at eight,” I state.
“Very well,” he says and struts back out of my office. I run a hand over my face. Glancing at the time, I realize I need to get my riding clothes on. I text Isa.
Me: Wear something warm and comfortable.
Isa: Aye aye, Captain.
Me: Very funny.
Isa: I thought so.
Me: Do you enjoy torturing me?
Isa: (thinking emoji) Yes.
Me: Noted.
Isa: (kissing emoji)
“Well, I do hope there’s a message with good news. And from the look on your face, I’d say there most definitely is,” Mrs. Potter’s voice rings out from my doorway.
“I…uh…just a real estate prospect,” I stammer as I put my phone down.
“Oh?” she asks, her eyes knowing. I can’t hide shit from that woman.
“I’m going to go get Isa,” I say as I stand and walk toward her.
When I reach the door, Mrs. Potter grabs my arm and I stop.
“I know…the last decade has been…hard for you. But since Isa’s been in your life, I see that spark in your eye again. Thingscanbe different, Adam. Your parents would want you to be happy. They’d want you to live again. There aregoodwomen out there and Isa is one of them. Remember that,” she says, patting my arm as she pulls her hand away.
“I should get back to the kitchen to help Bastian. Thomas has the horses ready when you are,” she says.
