“I like big.”
“Its isolated.”
“I like isolated.”
“You havent asked Dana if she wants to live up here.”
“I dont have to. I know how shell feel about it.”
“Its like talking to a brick,” Brad muttered. “Okay, if youre set on going through with this, at least take the Im-a-big-sucker-with-a-lot-of-money sign off your ass.”
“Theyre gods, son.” Jordan parked, pushed open the door. “I dont think a poker face is going to make much difference.”
“I dont know why you think theyll consider selling the place to you,” Brad continued. “They only bought it a couple of months ago. Gods or not, there are the small matters of equity, taxes, capital gains.”
“Listen to the suit.” Flynn grinned as Moe leaped over him and out of the car.
“Shut up. Youre in shock, remember? Takes a good thirty minutes to get down to the Valley from here,” Brad continued.
“The way you drive, it does,” Jordan muttered under his breath.
“I heard that. Thirty minutes,” Brad repeated, “for a mature adult who has respect for the speed limit. And thats in good weather. Fine for you, you can stay home and write in your underwear. Danas going to be running a business in town, six days a week.”
“Six?” Jordan turned from studying the house. “How do you know theyre planning on being open six days?”
“I got that fromZoe in between her sniping at me. The point is, shes going to have to travel down there most every day. And in the winter—”
“Ill buy her a four-wheel, a goddamnHumvee . Stop fretting, Mary.”
“Just for that, I hope—if theyre in the market for a buyer—they hose you.”
Rowena opened the door and was already laughing as she bent down to greet Moe. “Welcome! How lovely. Three handsome men and a handsome dog.”
“You call that dog handsome,” Jordan commented. “It must be love.”
“And so it is.” She straightened, smiled brilliantly as she looked into Jordans eyes. “So it is. Come in.”
Moe didnt need a second invitation. He raced by her, skidded on the tiles, bumped into the archway on his turn into the parlor. When they caught up with him, he was curled into a chair, his chin resting on its velvet arm, his tail thumping.
“Hey! Off the furniture, you ingrate.”
Even as Flynn moved over to haul him downmoe's big brown eyes shifted to Rowena. His tail thumped harder.
“No, please. Hes perfectly welcome to sit there. After all.” She hurried over to intervene. “After all, hes a guest.”
“Hes an operator.”
“Yes.” She stroked one of his floppy ears. “And he… whats the phrase? He has my number. No harm. Now what can I offer you? Coffee, tea?” The corner of her lips twitched as she looked at Flynn. “Perhaps a cold beer.”
“Did you read my mind or do I just look like a guy who wants a beer right now?”
“Perhaps a bit of both. Please, follow Moes lead, and sit. Be comfortable. Ill just be a moment.”
“IsPitte available?” Jordan asked.
“Certainly. Ill ask him to join us.” Brad waited until shed left the room, then turned to Jordan. “Okay, I cant stand it. Dont just blurt out how you want this house and always have, or somethinglamebrained like that.”
“Do I look like I just fell out of the nest?”
“Ever bought a house before?”
“No, but—”
“I have. Youre a successful author with a string of bestsellers. They know youve got money. Add some sparkly childhood dream to that and youre just asking to get taken.” Jordan took a seat. “You know, Im beginning to see why you irritateZoe .”
Brad looked down his nose. “I dont irritate her, I make her nervous. The irritation is merely a side effect of the nerves.”
“Yeah, Im starting to get it, too,” Flynn put in, and flopped down in his chair, much like his dog. He perked up as Rowena came back, carrying a tray.
“Hey, let me give you a hand with that.” Flynn pushed to his feet, took the tray that held five pilsners of beer.
“Thank you. Please, help yourselves.Pitte will be right along.” She sat on the sofa, curled up her legs, and sent Flynn a silky smile when he offered her one of the glasses. “Its an important day.”
He felt his stomach clutch when she looked at him. “Yeah. I guess it is.”
“Youre allowed to feel a bit off-center. Its human. Ah, heresPitte .”
“Good afternoon. Rowena tells me weve things to talk about.” He sat on the sofa beside her, reached for a beer. “Youre well?”
“Seem to be,” Jordan answered. “Maybe I should start with whats happened.”
He told them first of Kanes taking Dana back into their past.
“Its interesting.”Pitte studied his beer, considered. “More straightforward than one expects from him.”
“A method that matches his quarry,” Rowena said.
“Clever of him. He doesnt attempt to trick or deceive her. Rather he tells her precisely what hes doing, allows her to see, and still experience. Yes, it was a very good strategy.”
“It might have worked. Nearly did. I dont think wed be where we are, at least not now, if Malory hadnt given us both a push.”
“The six of you are part of one whole. Vital and individual,” Rowena added, “but stronger yet for your connection. How did you resolve this thing with Dana?”
“Do I have to tell you? I can just about see the little red hearts circling over my head myself.”
“Id still like to hear what you say, and how you say it.” As he complied, she nodded, slid her hand intoPittes . “Its difficult,” she said, “to know what to let go of, what to hold. Im happy for you both, that you held each other.”
“So am I, for purely personal reasons. But it plays into the rest, doesnt it?” Jordan watched her face, wished he could read it. “Its part of the quest.”
“In a tapestry, every thread matters. The length, the texture, the hue. He wished to separate you;youdidnt allow it. The thread between you is long, and rich, and strong.”
“Why is it so important that he separate us?”
“Youre more together than you are apart. You know that.”
“Its not only that.” He leaned forward. “Help me help her.”
“You have. You will. I believe that.”
“Shes nearly out of time.”
“Youve come farther than you think, so be careful. Hell do whatever he can to break that thread.”
Jordan sat back. “He wont break it; Theres another reason Im here. Im starting to wonder if its not part of the tapestry as well. I want to buy this house.”
Brad made a strangled sound in his throat that hadPitte shooting him a dryly amused glance. “Would you care for some water?”
“No. No.” With a sigh, Brad drank more beer. “No.”
“The big businessman over there figures I should tap-dance around, and well play lets negotiate for an hour or two. I dont see the point. I dont know what your plans are for the place once this is all done, but if youre willing to sell, Im ready to buy.”
Why doesnt he just give them a blank check? Brad thought to himself. Access to his brokerage account, the deed to his condo in New York?
“Your business-minded friend has some excellent points.” Sending Brad a nod of acknowledgment,Pitte swirled his beer. “Ive developed a number of business interests over time. I enjoy…” He gave Rowena a questioning glance. “Wheeling and dealing.”
“Yes. Its an entertaining hobby. This property, beyond suiting our needs during this period, is quite desirable. A house of this size and material, with its history and its location—which includes twenty-five point three acres, both cleared and wooded, a six-car garage, an indoor swimming pool, with steam room and…”