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“Sort of. I’m still in real estate plus rental property and a business with the guys.”
"Doing it big. You always said you'd make your first million before your thirtieth birthday."
“And I did.”
“Nothing and no one stands in Parker Belle Hamilton's way." Her nose flares. The words slipped out really, but now they hang between us like a brick anchored to our past, and suddenly we're sinking.
"Is there a reason you're here, Max?"
“In Austin or on your bus?”
“Both.” Her arms cross as if holding herself back.
“I was invited.”
“By Stephanie?” I nod.
Parker turns, facing ahead with stiff dignity. I let my eyes caress her profile. I want to touch her, but that's out of the question. Parker is the type of woman every man wants until he learns she won't hesitate to put her dreams and aspirations before anything and anyone, even love.
“Well, I hope you enjoy the activities we have planned for the day.” The fake chipper tone grinds my nerves like worn brakes.
“That’s fucked up Parker.”
"Ditto, Max." Her head snaps towards me, her face clouded in anger. "We have several guides available in a lemon colored Parker Belle tees. I'm available if they're unable to answer your questions."
"It's like that?" I stand up. Trying to talk with her is a bad idea.
“I don’t know, you tell me. Oh, and send Stephanie my best.”
“Fine.”
I walk back to my seat. This is bullshit, and she knows it. I see Ryann, and her stern expression doesn't help. We're thirty minutes into this tour, and I'm an Uber away from returning to my hotel. I fold over the knot in my stomach.
“Max.”
I glance over at Stephanie, the woman responsible for making today possible. But she appears to be cut from ice.
“Max.”
I look left and right, and I see a pair of eyes between the seat. Then a gift bag slips through the small opening. Darius Chocolates is etched in gold foil outside the black paper bag.
"Do me a favor?" Charlee sits up, resting on the top of the head rest. "Enjoy the chocolate, and the day we have planned." She looks over her shoulder to the front and back at me.
“Charlee Raine…” I hear the voice but can’t see the man through the crack of the seats.
"My husband, Darius. Darius, do you remember Max?"
“Hey, man. You good?” He glances around the edge of the seat and Charlee lowers back into the seat.
“I was until I wasn’t.”
Darius’ boisterous laugh overpowers the music. I can’t help but join him.
“The guys have that effect on most men. Sit back and holler at me once we stop at the first house. I’ll introduce you to the fellas.”
“I’d like that.”
“I got you.”
