Page 62 of Greed

A smile tugs at the corners of his lips, but he chases it away almost as quickly as it appears. “Alright.”

“I’ll set up another meeting with Marg later this week.” I push to stand. “I’ll get you the terms you want, Declan.”

“I did some research on her, and she’s been at this a long time.” His tone softens. “Her job is to get the most she can for her client.”

I’m well aware of that, but I just nod in response.

“Give her a day or two and then make contact again,” he suggests. “I know Kalina is eager to sell. She told me that she felt Wells was the right home for Llura, so we need to reach a compromise that works for all of us.”

“We will,” I say with assurance. “I’ll go back to my office and plan my strategy for when I speak to Marg again.”

“Then you’ll meet me for dinner.”

“I’m having dinner with my sister tonight,” I tell him because Carrie did indeed ask me to rush home to try a new recipe she’s preparing. “Can we do dinner another night?”

“Of course.” He pushes to his feet. “You pick a night, and I’ll be there.”

“Thank you.”

He rounds his desk until he’s standing right in front of me. “You’ll get the deal done. I have faith in you, Abigail.”

That means more than he knows, but I bite back all the emotions flooding me. “I’ll get you everything you want.”

“I’m looking at it,” he whispers. “The Llura deal is the icing on the cake.”

I can’t help but smile. “Have a nice evening, sir.”

His left brow perks. “That wasn’t a slip. You are trying to drive me wild.”

I shrug. “Am I?”

His hands drop to my waist. “When you can see me again, send me a text. I’ll be waiting.”

I softly kiss his smooth jaw and breathe in the scent of his skin. “I won’t make you wait too long.”

CHAPTERTHIRTY-TWO

Declan

I raisea hand to gesture my brother over to my table. “Sean!”

The glance he shoots me when he hears my voice is ripe with apprehension. The closer it gets to the baby’s birth, the more worried he’s become.

I’m on my feet to greet him with an embrace because I know he needs it. He texted me an hour ago to tell me that Callie’s due date is fast approaching, and he’s not convinced he has everything they need to care for Hailey. He can’t see it, but his concern is misplaced since they have more baby gear than anyone expecting quadruplets would need.

The nursery in their apartment is overflowing with blankets, clothing, and five baby monitors are at the ready.

He pats the middle of my back, whispering gruffly, “I need you to be honest with me. Am I a good man, Decky?”

I let the nickname slide and take a breath on a heavy swallow. “You’re the best man I know.”

He steps back to look at my face. “Don’t bullshit me.”

I pat his left cheek. “I’m not, Saint. You’re a good man. You’re going to be a great dad.”

“I won’t give her the world,” he says. “I want her to learn the value of hard work.”

“Give her a few years before you put the kid to work,” I joke, motioning for him to sit.

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