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the release of the family band. “I just received the message from the architect. We have to go through the blueprints again.”
    “I might have something, but we’re going to have to split the cost. Are you in?”
    “Yes.” His voice trails off, but he doesn’t say another word.
    MJDecker: What do you want in exchange, Mason?
    Bradley: I’ll send you the bill for the cost of the trip.
    I frown at my phone; he’s making it too simple.
    MJDecker: That’s all?
    Bradley: No. You owe us a favor. Either your sister or I’ll cash it later, and you can’t refuse.
    Fucking Mason Bradley. I hate when I end up owing something. My sister—the evil vixen—is the one who usually cashes in the favors.
    MJDecker: Done.
    Bradley: I’ll text you when the plane is ready. Give me a few minutes to send you the info. Your flight will be departing in a couple of hours.
    I start shutting down my computer. “Pack,” I order Tristan. “I’ll text you when I know at what time we’re leaving. I have a few things to do before we take off.”
    “Thanks, man. I owe you.”
    I can’t help but smile at the beauty of those words. A poetic sound to my empty body. It just might be worth it to owe the Bradleys a favor after all.

    Tristan is quiet. Not a bad thing, but it wasn’t easy to fly with him for more than two hours. His defenses are up. He stayed quiet the entire trip, only offering a few clipped responses. No, I don’t want a beer at the moment.
    Thank you, but I had dinner before heading to the hangar. I was looking forward to spending a few hours with him, except he closed himself off completely.
    Maybe that’s his game; drawing me closer to his mystery and making me fall for him. Do I want to fall for him? I shift gears and enter the ramp to I-5 before glancing in his direction. He’s definitely hot, but I don’t see myself with someone that can’t express their emotions. There’s no way in hell I can live the rest of my life with a person that needs prompting to share the basic information about his day or himself.
    “I should’ve taken a cab,” he says. He proves me wrong. Tristan does display emotions: Rage, anger, and displeasure. “You have to drop me at my hotel. I made the reservation already.”
    I take a few sips of air to calm myself. “Cancel it. What is wrong with heading to my place?”
    “Everything.” His voice echoes through the entire car. “I just don’t feel comfortable staying at your place, what with your . . .”
    When I begged to get a damn reaction from him, I hoped for something pleasant. Not this.
    “My . . . Finish the sentence, damn it.” I glance at him. He’s now looking outside the window. “My taste for fucking-handsome men like you?” I dare to finish his sentence. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to come rob you of your virtue while you’re asleep. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.”
    He silently dismisses the conversation and continues looking out his passenger window. I press the gas pedal after turning on the police scanner. I make up my mind. When we arrive at the penthouse I’m heading to my sister’s house before he gets me worked up even more. Our eternal drive ends right in front of Third and Main. Joe, our concierge, opens the passenger door and heads to the trunk when I pop it open.
    “Hey, Joe.” I step outside and take my shit from him. “This is Tristan Cooperson,” I say nodding in Tristan’s direction. “He’s Jacob’s business partner, and he’ll be staying with us while he’s in town.”
    “Nice to meet you, Mr. Cooperson.” Joe shakes his hand. I hand him over a few bills and shake his hand too. “You’re too good to me, Mr. Decker. I shouldn’t be accepting this.”
    “Take it as part of your Christmas bonus, Joe.” I make my way toward the lobby. Tristan follows me.
    “That’s not for another six months, sir,” he calls after me. I wave at him and press the elevator button to go up.
    “Are we supposed to tip him?”