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She stepped out of the barn and didn’t look back. It wouldn’t help anything. Dante needed his head in the game and Sage needed the same.
They had work to do and that came first.
She wandered into the clubhouse and found Xander and Jesse huddled together over a laptop. For once they were talking, not arguing.
“Can I make that call now?” she asked, interrupting their conversation.
“Yup, we’re just getting it set up to record,” Xander said. “I got this new software I’m testing out. It’ll trace his location.”
“You really think he’ll head here if you tell him you’re selling the farm?” Jesse asked.
“It’s worth a shot. If that doesn’t entice him, I’ll think of something else. He’s my emergency contact so maybe I’ll say that I’m having some procedure done and he needs to be on hand.”
“Plan B.”
Xander nodded and continued typing. The man didn’t look like a stereotypical computer geek. Quite the opposite. He looked like he spent more time in the gym than on a computer, his muscles all but bursting out of that tight Henley he wore. Not that Sage noticed. Much. Not as much as Jesse apparently, who was staring at Xander and then flushed, nervously biting his lower lip.
“Okay, we’re set,” Xander announced and passed Sage a set of wireless headphones. “Good luck.”
Sage slipped on the headphones and took a deep breath. Jesse gave her a thumbs up.
She wasn’t a great actor but then she remembered last night at the bar.
If she could pull that off, she could do this.
Except, he’s your brother.
She tapped her phone and dialed Blane’s number. Every second that passed seemed longer than the previous.
Finally, three rings later, Blane answered.
“Hi Blane, it’s me. We need to talk.”
Silence greeted her.
“Blane?” she repeated.
“About what?” Blane snapped. “The last time, you told me your bank was closed and hung up on me. The fuck, Sage?”
Sage glanced at Xander, who motioned for her to keep talking. She managed to keep her cool.
“I’m sorry,” she continued, trying not to choke on her words. “You were right. I have been a zombie since Rosemary died. It changed me. In not so good ways.”
There was another pause and then she heard a clicking sound in the background, but she didn’t know what it could be.
“That’s for sure,” Blane scoffed. “But hey, we’ve all been through hell lately. Look, I really am in some deep shit. I can’t talk about it but, if I don’t get a loan soon, it’s not going to be good. I’ve used up all my credit and then some.”
Jesus Christ.
“You’re my brother, Blane, the only family I have left. I want to help you. But I don’t have much cash flow right now, except—”
“Except what?” he demanded.
“Well, I’ve sold the farm. I’m moving out of the country. The memories are too painful, and I need a fresh start. I can give you half the proceeds, but you’ll need to come here and sign some paperwork.”
“How much did you sell it for?”
“Two and half million.”
