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“Pffft.”First of all, he should be so lucky to view me as a sister at some point.Second, that joke was brilliant.
I’ll make sure the joke is about wet cats the next time so you can relate.My day is incredibly Monday for being a Thursday.But I’m looking forward to the event tomorrow.I just have to suffer through four meetings and probably no lunch.
I walked out of my office, hoping I had enough time to visit the vending machines next to the break room on my way to my boss’s office.
Lucian responded again.
You have to eat, Penelope.You can think about wet pussy later.
I laughed to myself and tapped out a quick reply.
You’re asking for the impossible.(Stopping at a vending machine now!)
I bought myself a luxurious lunch—an apple and a chocolate bar, and I’d have to wash the gross wax coating from the apple later.Chocolate now, fruit later.
Just outside my boss’s office, I saw Lucian’s last response, and I could only grin.Both sweet and funny—who’d’a thunk it?
Damn lesbians.(That’s not enough.Don’t make me order you something, because I will.)
CHAPTER 6
Six months later
Lucian Leroux
“Oh, there he is!”Reese flashed his signature grin and stood up.
“Good to see you again, my friend.How was Bangladesh?”I shook his hand firmly, and his tan didn’t escape my notice.“Knowing you, you have no tan lines.”
He laughed and sat down again, and he alerted the server.“I’m afraid I never got any vacation time over there.Thanks for meetin’ up with me, by the way.”
I waved that off, happy to help.
We ordered first, and Reese already knew what he wanted.Without an abundance of experience with Lebanese food, I just got what he ordered, and he swore by the bread, the hummus, and the lamb skewers.
It seemed like a nice place, comfortable and laid-back, with a modern twist of industrial mingling with all the rugs and paintings.Dark, rich colors.
Penelope might like it.
“So you wanted me to look over something?”I asked.
“Oh yeah.”Reese retrieved a rolled-up stack of…something…from his leather jacket.“Here.We have the highest bid so far, but we wanted professional eyes on it before we closed the deal.”
I lifted my eyebrows and unrolled the printouts.
Well, hell.He and River were buying a house?It was a big house.An estate, rather.An old Victorian with three stories and a damn tower.Definitely run-down, though not as bad as Greer’s ranch.On the outside, at least.I scanned the details; it was a big chunk of land too—wait.This was in Mclean?
“This is in Mclean,” I felt the need to point out.
“I know.”He grinned.
All right, just so we were on the same page here.
I flipped to the next printout, and it was the beginning of a series of black-and-white photos of the interior.
The server returned with our drinks as I perused the images, and I thanked her absent-mindedly.Goodness, was anything intact in the house?
“You know I don’t work in real estate,” I said.Although, I had enough knowledge to know this was a prime location worth every penny.The floors across the downstairs needed to be torn out, and one of the twins—or their agent—had made notes in the margin about the place requiring new electricity and plumbing.
