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“Oh, about that—I’m not going to be able to go. I have to work tonight after all.”

“Now who’s lying?” his pretty eyes locked on mine as the elevator door opened, and I hurried in.

“Doesn’t feel good to be lied to, does it?” I said as the doors closed.

I rode the rest of the way down doing my best not to cry. He wasn’t worth it. He was just another guy like Myers. I was going to have to be careful or I would end up having a ‘type’ and it really wasn’t a good one.

I sent Abbi a quick text telling her she was off the hook for work tonight at Bahia Del Sol.

I’d be free after all.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Jack

“I’ll take it,” I said, almost as soon as we had walked through the door.

The real estate agent, Tiffani Grace, turned and stared at me. “Jack, no offense, but we’ve been over this already. I’m not going to let you buy a house you haven’t even toured.”

Exasperated, I put my hands on my hips and gave the beautiful, curvy blonde in front of me my most intimidating stare.

It didn’t work. In fact, I think she wanted to laugh.

She cocked a perfectly shaped eyebrow at me, her big brown eyes sparkling with amusement. “I used to babysit you, Jack Lancaster.”

Fuck yeah, she had. She was who I’d jacked off to most when I was a pre-teen. My parents probably shouldn’t have hired the teenage pageant queen who’d lived next door to us when I was growing up to babysit me and my siblings. My brothers and I were borderline obsessed with her for years.

Now she was one of Salazar Real Estate’s premier realtors. She handled as many clients as Javier Salazar, the unofficial real estate king of West Bay. Residential real estate that is. His older brother Enzo and his dad Carlos were the kings of commercial real estate in the area.

Anyway, she was still hot as hell. It was a testament to my feelings about Daisy that I was able to even talk to Tiffani without staring at anything but her face. She had one of those perfect bodies, like Christina Hendricks onMad Men. And she was the actual woman I’d fantasized about as a young teenager.

But now I needed her to let me just buy a fucking house.

“Why do you want to buy in the Estates at South, anyway? I thought you liked having your bachelor pad at the penthouse in Salazar Towers.” She leaned over the kitchen island and whispered, “Rumor has it that you have a separate condo for your, ah,friendsto enjoy.” I swallowed hard and did my best not to notice her cleavage as she leaned over. My brothers and I were sure she knew exactly what she did to us. Still.

It didn’t matter that she was at least seven or eight years older than me. She was one of those women who seemed to grow more beautiful with age. And she’d been a knockout all the way back when she was in high school.

I sighed and scrubbed a hand over my face. “I’m looking for more… room, I guess.”

She frowned, confused. “The penthouse isn’t room enough for you? Are you getting married? Do you have a secret family I don’t know about?”

It really sucked that she still hung out with us socially. She was at almost every event we ever went to, and she was just as comfortable talking with me and my siblings as she was my parents. She fell in between the generations, so she was sort of friends with all of us.

“No. I just want a house, okay?”

She stood up straight and narrowed her eyes at me. “Jack Lancaster, you called me in on the one Saturday I’ve had off in I don’t know how long, said it was a real estate emergency, and now you won’t really tell me what the hell is going on? I can’t find you the perfect house if you won’t even tell me what it is you want.”

Maybe she was right. Should I put thought into this? What if I ended up living here with Daisy one day? I rolled my lips inward. What did I want in a house besides it being within a street or two of Daisy’s? I had no idea. My city penthouse was perfect. It was exactly what I needed.

But if I was living with someone? Or married? With kids? I didn’t know. Maybe I did need to figure out some things I would want in a huge, three-or-four-story house.

No. No, I didn’t have time for all of that. “Let me see the view from the back deck.”

She gave me one more searching look, then shrugged. “Fine. If you won’t tell me, I won’t tell you anything, either. You’ll never know if there was an unsolved double homicide here a few years ago, and that’s why the house has sat empty.” With that she opened the French doors and stepped out onto the wide porch that ran the length of the house.

I frowned and looked around the house nervously for a second before following her. My God. Had there been a murder or two here? Was it haunted? Not that I really believed in ghosts… but…

“Wait,” I practically shouted, making Tiffani jump and look back over her shoulder to stare at me. I lowered my voice. “Wasthere a double homicide here?”