The only sign she shows of hearing me is a twitch of her lips.
“Pane would like a kiss on the cheek in thanks,” McCauley teases. The other two burst into laughter.
I’m going to kill those guys as soon as she’s gone.
Rowe turns beet red and glances out the window. “Oh, looks like the deliveryman is here. I’d better see what he wants.”
She darts from the room and out the front door.
McCauley opens his palm. “Pay up. I had to get her out of here somehow. She was taking too long.”
“Don’t pay him a dime,” I snap.
“Yeah, you’re no better than Luke,” Ron tells him.
“Bring them in,” Rowe says from the front. “You can put the boxes there.”
I frown. I didn’t order anything. Haven’t needed to. The plans are coming along great. We’ll have everything finished before the deadline. Appointments are being booked, and Ron’s in charge of the night walks. Everything will start at the grand opening, which is still weeks away.
And if bookings hold, there’s no way this farm won’t be valued at less than a million. I’ll have Stone beat, which means the Maddox Group will be mine.
A sense of elation should fill me, but the only sensation in my body is a pit opening in my stomach.
Must be indigestion.
When I step into the foyer, the deliveryman is unloading four large boxes off a hand truck. “Be right back. I’ve got more.”
“What’s this?”
Rowe shrugs. “It’s all for you.”
“I didn’t order anything.”
A sexy smirk smears across her lips. “As long as your name is Donalpane Maddox, then they’re for you.”
A groan escapes my lips. “They’re from Stone.”
“Your brother?”
“My brother.”
I don’t even have to open the first box to guess what’s inside. But once I do, I find a case of gourmet hot dogs.
“Wow, Pane. I didn’t know you liked hot dogs so much,” Ron says from over my shoulder.
“I don’t. It’s a joke.”
The deliveryman drops four more boxes in the foyer and leaves. This is well over four hundred sausages.
Rowe’s brow furrows. “What are we supposed to do with them?”
Isaac and McCauley exchange a look before saying at the same time, “Cookout!”
Rowe groans. “We’ll have to invite everyone we know to get rid of all these.”
I grab a pack from the box and display it proudly. “We could feed them to the piggycorns. Where’s Tallulah?”
Rowe snatches the dogs from my hand. “That’s cannibalism. You can’t do that.”
