Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 66978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
“I don’t know. It just seemed like a Mr. Wolfe moment. Give Zee my best, and little Nora.”
“I will. Like I said, anything you need. Anything Kelly needs. You got it. No questions asked.”
“Thank you for this opportunity.”
He laughs then. “After a day with her, you’re thanking me?”
“Hey, I know what it’s like to deal with trauma. She’s going to be okay, Reid. It’s just going to take some time.”
“I know. We won’t rest until she’s okay.” Reid leaves the apartment, closing the door behind him.
These are some pretty nice digs, though I didn’t expect anything different from the Wolfe family. I can’t even imagine what the new resort on the island is going to be like. They certainly don’t do anything halfway. I’ve been to the Wolfe resorts in Las Vegas, and they put the others to shame.
Funny.
I was actually planning to take a trip home to Texas right after Buck and Aspen’s wedding, but this new assignment from the Wolfes takes precedence. I need to call my mom to let her know I’m not coming back. She won’t be happy, but what can I say? Reid Wolfe is paying me bank for this. Plus, Buck just gave up his honeymoon for the same thing, so she’ll understand.
I tap the phone and put it to my ear.
“Hello? Leif?”
“Hey, Mom,” I say.
“How are you? Is everything okay?”
“I’m fine. Buck is fine, and the wedding went off great. But the Wolfes gave us a new assignment.”
She sighs. “Which means you’re not coming home as planned.”
“I’m afraid not. But I will get home as soon as I can.”
“I know you will, honey. Your father and I miss you a lot. So do your sisters.”
“I know. Tell Laney and Scarlett I miss them. I’ll be home as soon as I can. I’ll be in touch.”
“Okay, Leif. We love you.”
“Love you too, Mom. Bye.”
My dad is a rancher. He’s pretty successful in Texas. But not as successful as our neighbors, the Bellamys. They’re worth nearly a billion.
Someday, I’ll probably go out and take over for Dad. When the kind of work I do here isn’t feasible anymore. In other words, when I get too damned old and tired to do it.
But for now, I like it.
It keeps me fit. And I’m damned good at it.
I walk into the kitchen and open the door to the refrigerator. Reid wasn’t lying. It is fully stocked with milk, eggs, bacon, all kinds of cold cuts—from the deli, not the grocery store—a loaf of bread, lots of fresh fruit, even some pudding cups.
I wander through the rest of the kitchen, opening cupboards and finding all the dry staples and a lot of canned goods as well.
In the freezer, I find a couple whole chickens, a bag of chicken breasts, several steaks, a couple pounds of ground beef, and a pork roast.
Too bad I’m not much of a cook.
Then my gaze falls on a book entitled Cooking for Bachelors.
I laugh out loud. Good old Reid.
He and Rock are great guys. How they came from someone as evil as Derek Wolfe is beyond me.
I take out the pork roast and set it to thaw in the sink. I have no clue how to make pork roast, but it can’t be that difficult.
As I leave the kitchen, my doorbell rings, so I walk toward it and take a look through the peephole.
Then I open the door to greet Buck and Aspen.
“So, the new digs?” Buck says.
“Yep.”
“Aspen and I are going to be staying here as well, but we have a two-bedroom suite on the eighth floor.”
“Oh you do?” I raise my eyebrows. “Why, when you’ll only be using one bedroom? Must pay to be married. What happened to the posh honeymoon suite at the Waldorf?”
Aspen smiles. “We can have our mini honeymoon here. It’s actually really nice. We were wondering if you’d like to join us for dinner.”
I gesture to the sink. “I just took a pork roast out of the freezer.”
Aspen giggles.
“What?” I say.
She eyes the still frozen roast. “Dinnertime is in a couple of hours. The roast won’t even begin to thaw by then.”
“For a guy who was raised on a ranch,” Buck says, “you don’t know shit about meat.”
“I come from a very traditional household,” I tell them. “My mom never let any men in the kitchen.”
Aspen rolls her eyes. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“I’m not. You’d actually like my mom. She’s an amazing woman. Smartest woman I know and a hell of a cook.”
“I’m sure she is,” Aspen says. “But you need to learn how to take care of yourself.”
“Reid left me a cookbook in the kitchen.”
“Or you can just order takeout on the Wolfes’ expense account,” Buck says.
I laugh. “I’m sure I’ll be doing my fair share of that as well.”
“But tonight,” Aspen says, “you’re going to join us. Buck, who can cook, by the way, is making his mother’s famous lasagna.”