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Dean studies me. “Ok, I got you.”
“Thanks, man. Ronin said something about Blackstone wanting an invite. So I think he’s up to something.”
Dean shakes his head with a smile. “Man, your brother needs to stop dealing with Bishop. That man is pure evil.”
“I’ve tried telling him that.”
We’re silent for a minute or two, just watching the sun slowly set over the horizon, until Dean lets out a deep breath.
“I love it here,” Dean says, taking a sip of his beer. “I think I’ll die alone out here.”
“You never know that.”
“I do.”
“Maybe you’ll end up married like me.” I crack a smile.
He points his bottle at me. “Yeah, but that’s not a real marriage. I think I’m the type destined to be alone forever.”
“Me too.” It’s true. I’ve never met anyone I could see myself falling for. Or better yet, marrying. I’ve always been a loner, someone to fight the world alone.
“It’s guys like us that’ll never find love.”
“Speak for yourself,” I say with a laugh. “You’ve never once been in love?”
“I was close once.”
“What happened?”
“A lot of shit. I guess she just wasn’t the one.”
I’ve never understood the phrase, ‘the one.’ Maybe because I’ve never been in love before. I’ve never had time for it. Too busy building and running my grandfather’s empire, just to have him dangle my company on a string like a puppet so I have to work even harder to keep it after he died.
If it weren’t for my grandfather, I’m sure I’d never have married. “Marriage is overrated,” I tell Dean.
“Marriage is undervalued,” he responds. “Having someone to share your life with, well,” he glances at me, “there’s no price on that.”
“That’s where you and I differ.”
“This Clementine is nice?” he asks.
I shrug. “She’s a nuisance.”
“You’ll be married to her soon. You shouldn’t close yourself off to the idea of falling in love.”
Dean is one of my closest friends, but he’s crossing a boundary. He apologizes before I can let him know he’s said something wrong.
“I just want this wedding to go off without a hitch.”
Dean laughs. “Well, there will beonehitch.”
I chuckle. “You know what I mean.”
“You can count on me.” He winks.
I thank him, shaking his hand, and together we walk back to the chopper that will fly me back to Dubai.
“Whiskey,” I tell the flight attendant on my private jet as I take off from the Dubai airport to head home.
