Page 7 of Crave
“Oh, the Christmases are my neighbors?”
I chuckled. “I guess so.” There was no use explaining that we owned hundreds of multimillion-dollar properties all over the world, all purchased by Randolph, who’d used them as his sex lairs.
She squeezed her palms together as if nervous about something. “Wow, so it’s finally happening. We’re going to do this.”
I frowned, concerned. “Did I catch you at a bad time or something?”
“Hey, hon,” a guy said.
I jerked myself into a straight position. There was no way in the world I was hearing who I thought I heard. The guy was behind me, and Eden was watching him.
“I see that the interior designer’s late but here,” he said. “I guess that counts for something.”
The voice. I knew it, and I knew it well.Holy crap.
“Hey, babe,” Eden said in her lackluster tone.
I turned my head slowly, feeling as if it was time for the big reveal on a game show. Then I saw him. My stomach tightened in disbelief as I inhaled sharply. I was looking into the eyes of my ex-boyfriend from hell, Dale Rumor.
