Love Slave for Two: Reckoning [Love Slave for Two 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Online Free

that price sounds awfully low.”
    “I already have. But what stinks is if I sell to someone else, they’ll just turn around and split it up into lots and put a bunch of them little Monopoly mansions up all over the place and ruin the area for everyone like they did two roads over. Hell, I could easily get another thirty thousand for it, if I wanted. I just want a fair price for it without screwing my friends over who live here. Like Peggy.” He nodded at her. “And since we’re doing this privately without any real estate agents involved, I reckon I don’t need to pad the price to pay for their fees. The only thing I ask is if you do want it, you pay the closing costs, and you promise not to sell it out and let it get split up.” He smiled. “And that I don’t have to get out until after Karen’s wedding. I’ve known that girl most of her life. Besides, I’ll need the time to pack.” He offered his hand to her.
    Nevvie smiled as she shook hands with him. Despite her earlier promise to Peggy to wait, she said, “You have a deal, Ben.”
     
    * * * *
     
    Tyler hoped he didn’t smell like gunpowder when he returned home from the gun range. When he arrived, he was relieved to find a note from Tom saying that he had gone to the store to pick up extra storm supplies.
    Tyler didn’t like the way this storm kept growing in size and intensity, stubbornly refusing to veer off its track. The way it looked now, it would sweep up Tampa Bay from the southwest to the northeast. Tom had already arranged for John and Kelly to ride it out at their house because of the Fleischmans’ proximity to the bay and evacuation zone. Kyle and Jacob, Nevvie’s half brothers, would also stay with them because Tom wasn’t sure how sturdy their apartment building would prove to be.
    He doubted he’d get any work done with a house full of people, but he echoed Tom’s sentiments that he’d rather have them all there, with them, in relative safety.
    Tyler took the gun and shooting supplies into the house with him and locked them in his file cabinet in his office. He wouldn’t have to worry as much about keeping them hidden with Nevvie and the boys gone. Tom rarely went into his office, and he never snooped around in Tyler’s file cabinet.
    He doubted he’d get another chance to go shooting before the storm hit anyway. To be on the safe side, he’d even purchased several boxes of ammunition to keep at home, including hollow-point rounds that Jack had assured him would stop most attackers with the first hit.
    He quickly changed clothes. He wanted to try to get some writing in before Tom returned. Then Kyle and Jacob would come over for dinner to discuss final storm preparations with Tom.
    As Tyler walked down the hall to his office, he flipped on light switches. With the shutters up, the darkened house felt more like a tomb than a home.
    He walked into the living room and turned on the corner lamps, too. It made it feel slightly less depressing.
    The quiet also unsettled him. He loved his alone time, but also welcomed all the normal sounds of his family. The voices of Nevvie and their sons, even the ticking of little Harley’s nails on the tile floors.
    Without his family surrounding him, it didn’t feel right.
    Didn’t feel like home .
    He made himself a cup of hot tea and went into his office. Even there, his refuge, his sanctuary, the atmosphere felt unsettled. Normally, the window in his office, which faced the front yard, let in just the right amount of daylight.
    He turned on his desk lamp, then finally gave in and turned on the overhead light as well.
    When Tom returned an hour later, Tyler went outside to help him unload. “Are you preparing for the apocalypse?” he asked as he spied both the cab and bed of Tom’s truck filled with shopping bags and purchases.
    “I wanted to get a portable generator for a spare, smart-ass.” Tom lowered the tailgate. “They’ll be impossible to get after the storm. Hell, I almost