Bentley
“Who was that?”
I glanced over at Aiden with a shrug. “Some girl I spoke with in the coffee shop.”
“You spoke with some girl?”
“We had a conversation, yes.”
“She’s hot. You get her number?”
I rolled my eyes. “She’s a university student. I highly doubt she’s interested in spending time with a thirty-two-year-old man.”
He looked concerned. “She looked older than the normal student. What’s her name?”
“Emmy . . . I think.”
“You think?”
I waved my hand. “Inside joke.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Did you approach her or did she approach you?”
“For fuck sake, Aiden, don’t start. She isn’t someone out to get me. I was looking for a place to sit, and there was an empty chair at her table. I sat there. We chatted. No big deal.”
I turned, checked for traffic, and hurried across the street, hoping Greg had finally made it into his office. Aiden was right beside me, mumbling.
“It’s not like you to chat with someone, that’s all. Or say, ‘inside joke.’ Never mind the fact I saw her kiss your cheek. You don’t let people get close.”
He was right on all his facts; I couldn’t argue. I rarely went out of my way to talk to a stranger, even pretty ones. I never got close to people because I liked my personal space. But I didn’t want to talk about it. I pulled open the door and strode to the elevator, pushing the button.
“Give it a rest, dude.”
He gaped at me. “Did you just call me ‘dude’?”
I hid my amusement.
He crossed his arms, the material of his shirt stretching across his shoulders. “What’s going on with you, Bent?”
I ignored him, scrolling through my phone.
“I wish you’d gotten her name. I could vet her; make sure she’s on the up and up.”
I huffed in annoyance. “It was a chat in a coffee shop. It was two people sitting at a table, being polite. I’ll probably never see her again, so there is no need to vet her. You are driving me crazy with this shit!”
“It’s my job.”
“To protect me or drive me crazy?”
He grinned. “Both.”
With a heavy sigh, I walked past him and into Greg’s office. It was too early for his assistant to be at her desk, and since his door was open, I went in, unannounced. He was at his desk, two coffee cups already empty. I swore he lived on the stuff. He stood, reaching to shake my hand. He was tall and heavy-set, with a thick neck and chest, a head of wiry, brown hair brushed high off his forehead, and brown eyes. His face was long with heavy jowls, his expression impassive. He looked older than his years. He never gave anything away, which made him a great lawyer.
“Greg.”
“Bentley. Sorry about the delay. Faulty battery, it seems. I had it replaced last week, and the one they put in was defective.”
“I assume they will be replacing it.”
“Oh, yes. And then some.”
Knowing Greg, “and then some,” meant a lot of free mechanical work for his car. He was a master of manipulating situations to go in his favor. His negotiation skills were infamous.
We got down to business, going through some new deals I was structuring. He made notes, offered suggestions and opinions. Aiden was silent, but I knew he was absorbing the entire conversation. He had a knack for remembering details. I pushed the last of the paperwork Greg’s way. “I don’t like the wording in these two documents. It’s too vague.”
“I thought so, as well. I’ll get it changed.”
He pushed another file my way. “I took the liberty of changing some wording in this one. The non-compete wasn’t detailed enough.”
I scanned the document and signed it. “Good catch.”
“It’s my job,” he stated dryly. “You should know by now I have high standards.”
“And rates. Your bills rival every other expense in my company.”
“You get what you pay for. I’m sure you agree I’m worth it.”
Before I could respond, Greg’s assistant arrived, bringing him in another black coffee and a plate of dry, whole-wheat toast. She brought me in a mug of coffee and a bottle of water for Aiden. She had been with Greg since he opened his business. He still addressed her as Mrs. Johnson. I did, as well. Greg didn’t believe in treating employees as anything other than that. Employees. He didn’t particularly approve of my less structured way of dealing with my staff, and he disapproved of working with “friends.”
I took a long sip of the hot brew, leaning back in my chair.
“What’s the word on the Lancaster deal?”
Greg swallowed the last of his toast and drained his coffee. “Dead end.”
“How is that possible?”
He shook his head. “Whoever bought those two parcels of land doesn’t want to be known, Bentley. There are so many numbered corporations; I can’t track down who really owns them. I’m not even sure if they’re the same person. The red tape is endless.”
I stood, pacing the room. “I still don’t know how they bought them right out from under me.”
He shrugged. “It was a closed bid. They bid higher.”
“I overbid. I was certain I’d get them. You were, also.”
“I thought you would. They obviously wanted them, and you were outbid.”
I fisted my hands, flexing my fingers, tightening them, trying to relax. “But why? I own all the land between them. They’re small pieces. It hardly seems worth the effort.”
“And they’re standing in the way of you building your vision. I think they’ll come to you with an offer soon enough. I assume they’ll be looking for a lot of cash.”
“Right. The parcel of land I want is still going up for sale in September? The large one?”
“Yes. Bids are due mid-month. The decision will be announced in October.”
“I want it.”
“I’m aware.”
“Once I have that piece, I can build, even if they don’t sell.”
“Not to the same specs.”
“Close enough. Once I start, they’ll sell.”
“Unless you’re outbid.”
“Don’t let that happen, Greg.”
“Again, it’s a closed bid, Bentley. I’ll put in the offer you want, but I have no control over the other bids.”
Shoving my hands into my pockets, I stared out the window as I rolled the small beads hidden in the folds of the material. The action always calmed me.
I had bought some land a few years prior, with a vague idea in mind. As it grew and developed, I realized I needed to purchase more of the area. Slowly, I accrued additional land in the neighborhood. Then, it was as if I became cursed. I got into a bidding war for a large piece, which went up for sale last year, and it cost me way more than I wanted. When the two parcels of land that sandwiched the middle piece became available, I overbid, determined to get them so I could move ahead with my dream of revamping the neighborhood. Upscale homes, expensive boutiques, restaurants, and clubs. Furious didn’t describe my state of mind when I lost the parcels of land to an unknown entity, and all efforts to reach out and purchase them had proven fruitless. Greg was like a dog with a bone, but even he and all his resources couldn’t find the identity of the purchaser. It was frustrating.
“Any other threats?” Greg inquired to Aiden.
“A couple. Very few people know of Bent’s plans for the area, but they seem to be fully aware.”
“A leak, perhaps? Computer hacking?”
“We’ve checked and double-checked. We’ve added security, changed passwords, encryption, and protocols. We have even cut back on the number of people with access to information. It’s down to a handful.”
“Is it worth it, Bentley? Is this project that important? You usually walk away when a deal isn’t working and move onto something new.”
I spun around, facing him. “I’ve been working on this for a long time. I want to see it through.”
“Someone is threatening your life.”
I waved my hand. “It’s not the first time. It’s a couple of anonymous, vague notes.”“And pictures of you that mysteriously appear.”I had to admit those were troublesome, but I shrugged. “They want me to back off. They see what I do—the huge potential in a once overlooked area of the city. If I step back, they’ll move in and do exactly what I am going to do, making themselves a fortune.”“There are other projects. Other ways to make money.”“I’m not letting some coward hide behind miles of paperwork and numbered companies, and scare me off. No one is going to kill me over a land deal.”“Stranger things have been known to happen,” Aiden interjected. “You’re not taking this seriously enough.”“And you’re taking it way too seriously. We’ve dealt with this in the past.”“I don’t like it. This situation feels different.”Greg reclined in his chair, contemplative. “I agree with Aiden, it does.”I looked between them. “Well, I never thought I would see the day the two of you agreed on somet
“Mr. Callaghan?”“He won’t be joining us.”His lips thinned, but he didn’t say anything. The drive was silent, as I read my paper undisturbed. When we arrived, I stepped out. “I’ll call you when I’m ready. It will be about an hour.”He drove off, and I crossed the street. I tugged down my shirtsleeves, feeling edgy. I didn’t know if she’d be there. Perhaps she wouldn’t want to speak with me again. I had been rather short with her. I thought how much I liked the soft press of her lips on my cheek, and the way her voice sounded in my ear. I straightened my shoulders. I was being ridiculous. Chances were, I would get a coffee and a scone, and head to Greg’s office.But if I was being truthful, I hoped she would be at her table.I pulled open the door and joined the line. It was as busy as yesterday. This time, I got a larger coffee, and was pleased to see a pile of scones. Cinnamon raisin today. After adding one to my order and paying, I went directly to the back, making sure there was n
He shoved it into his pocket and nodded. “For now.” “What did you give him?”“My name, address, and date of birth. He can work for the rest.”“You didn’t have to do that, Emmy,” I assured her, pushing aside the memories of his remarks yesterday about vetting her.“It’s fine. He takes his job seriously.”I cleared my throat. “Sorry about that.”“He cares about you.”“Yeah, he is a good friend, and I’d be lost without him.”“Yet, you came here alone?”“I wanted to see you, and I thought he might make you uncomfortable.”I wasn’t sure how to tell her the actual truth. I wanted to spend a little time with her, alone, as me. Bentley, the man. Not the person who needed protection. Just me.“It’s fine, Rigid. I’m good with it.”I met her gaze, her eyes bright in the light. They were warm, intelligent, gentle, and so dark they looked like the richest espresso you would sip in the early morning hours; the kind that brought you to life.Strangely, that was how I felt when I sat across from her
BentleyAiden didn’t say a word as we crossed the street. I knew he was behind me, but I didn’t acknowledge him. He was silent in the elevator, and aside from a nod to Greg, remained that way as I went through the documents, making sure the wording was what I wanted. I signed and handed them back to Greg.“I want to meet next week about my bid.”“I assumed as much. Wednesday?”I glanced through my schedule, and before I replied, added Emmy to Friday. Simply seeing the words on my phone made me happy.“Something funny?”I glanced up. “No. I needed to add something before I forget.” As if I could possibly forget. “Wednesday is good.”He tapped away at his computer. “Okay. See you next week. I’ll come to the office?”“No, I’ll come here.”He regarded me curiously. “That’s twice you’ve come to me. What’s going on with you? We usually meet in your office.”I shrugged. “Trying to be accommodating.”He threw back his head, laughing loud. “Good one. Now, really. What’s going on?”Ignoring him
I cleared my throat. He turned, arms crossed, and not a glimmer of his usual humor in his eyes. He was seriously pissed.I started to speak, and he held up his hand, stopping me.“Why did you hire me?”I sat down at my desk with a sigh. “Because you’re my best friend, and I trust you.”“You trust me?”“Totally. There’s no question about it. You and Maddox are family to me.”“You let Maddox handle all your finances. Millions of dollars. You listen to what he says. No questions asked.”“Of course I do. He knows what he’s talking about.”He stormed toward me, stopping in front of my desk. He leaned on the thick wood, hands balled into fists. “And I fucking don’t?”“I never said that.”He tossed a white envelope on my desk.“What’s that?”“My resignation.”I was horrified, and I pushed the envelope back his way. “I’m not accepting it. Aiden, all I did was go for coffee.”“You deliberately didn’t tell me where you were going this morning. You didn’t trust me with that information. I’m supp
Her eyes narrowed back on the tie, then to the screen. “Are you wearing his tie?”I chuckled because of course she would notice a detail like that. She always did.“I couldn’t find my tie this morning.”“Laundry day?”“Yes.” I laughed because that was exactly what he had guessed, too. “Bentley, well, he put this on me as we were saying goodbye.” I looked down, stroking the silk. “It was the sweetest thing ever.”“Do you have any idea how much a tie like that costs?”I shook my head. “No.”“More than your rent.”“Shit,” I swore under my breath. “I need to give it back.”“I don’t think he cares if he gave it to you. You might insult him.”“I can’t keep something so expensive!”“If he gave it to you, yes you can.”I mulled over her words. She was probably right, but I was still giving back the tie.“He has a bodyguard.”“Really? How exciting!”“He’s massive. His arms are like tree trunks.”“Is he coming with you on Friday?”“Probably. Bentley showed up this morning without him, and he ar
Maybe he needed to laugh. Maybe what he needed wasn’t glitz and glamour, but someone to make him happy.I was surprised how much I wanted to be that person for him. Usually, I was one not to trust people very fast, but I found myself trusting him. I wanted to know more about Bentley. Not the businessman I saw in those photos, but the man who slipped his tie over my head and looked almost shy when he stepped back, pleased with his handiwork. I remembered his mischievous grin when he told me he had ditched his bodyguard to come and see me.I glanced at my phone, picked it up, and tapped out a text.I hoped you survived today. Was Tree Trunk very mad?He answered immediately.We worked it out. How was your day?Good. I finished my project. Picked an outfit for Friday. You promised casual, right?My heart warmed at his retort.Casual, yes. You’ll be beautiful. Why are you worried?I sucked in a deep breath and decided to be truthful.I might have checked the internet. You go out with a lo
When we had started discussing it, sketching out ideas, listening to Maddox crunch numbers, and finally agreeing on a final plan, Aiden had jumped up, fist punched the air, and yelled, “That’s how we do it! BAM!”It stuck. Our initials, our ideas, our brand. My brothers.I had named my company the same name and brought them on board with me.There was no one in the world I trusted more than them. Our relationship, which started out as young men, had grown as we matured over the years.Aiden and I had looked at a lot of houses, dismissing them all. However, one day, we saw a worn-down Victorian house. It was a longer walk from the school, but doable. The owner was moving into a small condo, and the place was big enough we could all live there, and not run over each other. When discussing rent, I made the owner a deal. We would do the various repairs, and he would knock it off the rent. I enjoyed fixing things, and Aiden and Maddox, who had joined in the house hunt, were willing to help