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“Be straight with me, Chase. What are you doing with her?”

For once, he didn’t look like the good-time guy we were all used to. His lips pursed, and there was sadness in his eyes. “I’m doing what I think is best.”

That threw me for a loop. “You’re seeing her to make it easier on Bee?”

Chase shrugged. “Kingsley can’t get pissed at Bridget for being around me if I’m seeing someone else, too.”

“So, you’re just leading Layla on?”

He shook his head. “She’s new in town. We hit it off. I’m not leading her on. She knows what’s up. We enjoy each other’s company.”

I leaned against the washing machine. “Bridget saw y’all.”

His brows wrinkled together.

I sighed. “Bee was pissed at Kyle, so she slept over here and saw you and Layla making out on your front porch.”

He muttered something colorful under his breath but shrugged it off. “I’m trying my best here, Han.”

I gave him a sympathetic smile. “I know.”

Chase shook off the dejection and followed me out. “Just know, I ain’t taking the damn decorations down if you don’t tell me who you’re seeing and let me run a background check. You’ll be stuck with mistletoe until Independence Day.”

22

ISAAC

Hell Yes, Ma’am.

I stared at the photo on my phone and grinned. It was one of many teasing images that Hannah had sent me over the last two weeks.

Hannah had set her phone on her bedside table. She posed with her back arched, wearing only her pearl necklace and those fuck-me heels she loved so much. They looked like they were made of… Was that alligator skin?

Huh. Fitting.

My dick strained against my trousers. I shifted in my desk chair and tried to ease the ache. It had been two weeks since I had seen Hannah. Two weeks since I’d fucked her. The sudden celibacy displeased my cock, but my head was clear.

Sure, I lost the chase of bedding a new woman every night. But I knew as soon as I clocked out for the day, I could grab my phone and call Hannah.

I groaned and tried to focus on the reports in front of me. All of the charts blurred together in a mirage as exhaustion gave way to delirium.

Bar chart. Line graph. Pie charts. Pie. Pumpkin Pie. Thanksgiving.

For fuck’s sake.I was hard again, thinking about pumpkin pie and fucking Hannah in the wine cellar. Dammit.

The door opened. Spenser sashayed in without so much as a knock, wearing a plum dress shirt that looked uncomfortably tight, and a pair of pea green trousers.

“Can I help you?” I asked, looking up from my computer screen.

He dropped a stack of papers on top of my keyboard. “Your schedule for the upcoming week, the contract you wanted to look over before I send it to legal, and a message from William Solomon.”

Now that was interesting.Will Solomon was a tech genius, and his wealth was proportionate to his IQ. Even though he was a billionaire, Solomon was a bit of a recluse, rarely making public appearances.

“What does Solomon want?” I asked, leaning back in my chair.

“He said he’s interested in purchasing a rather large property. He wants you to broker the deal. Personally.”

“Schedule a meeting,” I said without hesitation. If he wanted me to broker the deal, the property must be a fucking white whale. “I’ll talk to him and see what he’s looking at. Anything else?”

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