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“Oh,” Adrian said, tearing his eyes away from Eden. “Someone is trying to buy the land that these houses are on.”

“What? Why?”

“Lewis called me late last night, asking me if their offer was legit,” Jonah said. “I’m a contractor, not a realtor, so I don’t have a clue. I’d have to research it. So I told him not to take it. Who knows if it’ll do any good.”

“Who would want to buy us up?” I asked.

“He said the call was from a guy at Carter Global Development.”

My brain buzzed as the name Carter clicked into place.Camden Carter.

“That rat bastard,” I yelled.

Everyone stopped and stared.

“He was trying to figure out if I had the power to stop him.”

“Who?” Sloane asked. But I’d pulled out my phone and dialed Bethany.

“Hey, can you come in early?” I asked when she answered. “As soon as possible… Thanks.” The blood pounded in my veins, sending my blood pressure through the roof.

Sloane slid my long bread knife out of reach. “So, what’s going on?”

“I’m going to kill Camden Carter.”

Nine

Camden

The thudding entered my conscious mind, and I rolled over. Jesus, what were my neighbors doing? And why couldn’t I catch a break on this trip? It took me forever to fall asleep. What the hell went wrong with Lauren? More banging, and it sounded close.

“Camden Carter,” a female yelled.

Holy shit, I sat straight up in bed. That racket was coming from my door. The beating continued as I crossed the room and jerked the door open without checking.

“What?” I barked. Lauren stood there. Her dark hair pulled into its usual bun, a bakery t-shirt, and those stretchy pants that showed off her ass.

“You bastard,” she shouted.

Damn, she was loud for such an early hour. I snatched her wrist and pulled her into the room, slamming the door behind her.

“You’re going to wake the entire hotel.”

Lauren jerked out of my grasp. Her gaze traveled down my body, reminding me that I was wearing only boxer shorts and sporting a case of morning wood. Her heavy breathing, like she’d been running, made her boobs bounce, and that didn’t help it any.

“You need to put that away.” She motioned vaguely towards my midsection.

I smiled. “You wanna take it for a ride, honey?”

She scoffed, screwing her face into derision. I’d hit my mark. But, I wanted to start right there and throw her into bed and not stop until we were sweaty and satiated and the sheets hung from the mattress.

“Why else did you show up at my hotel room at some hour of the night?”

“It’s six in the morning, and you’re a bastard.”

“I believe you’ve covered that,” I quipped.

“Put on clothes.” She crossed her arms over her chest and looked away.

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