The next morning"And I keep telling you, as long as it has a good kitchen, I don't care if it has a mancave or whatever the hell that even means. As long as you're not watching porn or bringing over ladies, I don't care what you do in there." I wanted to wring his neck. If people thought women were fussy, they hadn't met Ryker Penn. The man was finicky, bordering on neurotic, with his specifications and demands in a single home. He needed at least five bedrooms-for what, I had no idea. Two offices-again, I had no idea why. I sketched on an iPad while watching action movies. Sometimes I would use an office chair and a drafting table, but with the ease of keeping all the files electronic, I rarely did that anymore. The rest of the list that he had to have was almost embarrassing. I guess it was a good thing he was obscenely rich. And honestly, this was the first time I think I'd ever seen it. Like had it shoved right in my face how rich he really was. He was so chill and down to
We stuck our hands out the window and waved goodbye to Scott. I think that had been the fastest negotiation of my life. And we'd walked away with an excellent house under the asking price. Not too bad for a morning's worth of work. Now the house just had to live up to it's in-person and online presence with the inspection and we could move in as soon as the papers cleared. The light renovations we wanted to see could be done while we lived there. I had no problem paying extra for quality work to be done in short order. I'd have to convince Nik to come out and set up the security system with the company. That would mostly likely be the most time-consuming aspect of the whole thing. Especially getting the full forty acres wired. Well, one of the benefits to having more money than I could safely spend in a lifetime was paying out the nose for high-tech-and low-tech-security.The debacle at the penthouse had made me see the error of my ways in depending solely on electronics and th
As we turned into the eclectic part of New Trenadie, I sucked on my soda. Grimaced at all the sugar. But I did have to admit that my brain wasn't as foggy and my body wasn't super angry at me yet. I would toss back this whole thing if it meant I didn't get the body aches and headaches I usually did with my panic attacks. I smiled as we drove down the street. Bakers Dozen was so named because it was literally a small neighborhood of thirteen homes. Each one was different like getting a baker's dozen premium cookies, cupcakes, or donuts. No cookie cutter homes here. Which would have been even punnier, but much less visually interesting.Luckily each home was as unique as a fingerprint. There was a Frank Lloyd Wright-inspired house. One that looked like a gingerbread house with some of the most elaborate molding I'd ever seen. If there was a kind of house that stood out from the others in style and design, there was one of them here. As for Turo's house, it was severely modern. Hu
Friday morning"Come on. We can go sign the paper and get the keys." I was bouncing up and down like a kid on Christmas morning. And hell, it practically was Christmas morning for me. Ms. Goldie had called, Willow's ring was ready. Then Scott called. The closing was this afternoon. My girl came out of the bathroom. Her hair was in a weird ball of knots on the top of her head. She glared at me. "Do you have any chocolate?"My eyes widened. Oh shit. I slowly shook my head.Her eyes narrowed down to slits. "We're stopping for chocolate on the way.""Sure, cupcake. Anything you say." She nodded at me, walked to the suitcase. She lifted up everything she'd brought. Even some of the clothes she'd already worn. She threw everything back in it after a short minute and loosed a loud snarl. "Give me some pants."I looked at her suitcase. "Which ones do you want?"Her eyes got really wide, went damp. "Some of yours."I jumped to my bag. Ripped some sleep pants out of the botto
The party was stunning. This year's theme was Gold. The fiftieth anniversary of the Chase Foundation. I bit back the rage that wanted to fire from my mouth. It wasn't quite time. Ryker scooted out of the limo, turned and helped me out. Paparazzi and the media were everywhere. The blinding glare of their flashes caused me to grip Ryker's hand so I could walk when I couldn't see where I was going. A long line of party waiters stood between the guests and the cameras."Willow Chase! How many years has it been since you've been to your parents' gala?" someone shouted."Willow! Who are you wearing?" a shrill female voice asked."Willow, where have you been hiding?""Ryker, do you have any comment on the police presence at Penn Towers?""Willow, where's your ex-husband?"I clenched my hand in Ryker's as the last question landed. These vultures were only interested in eliciting a reaction. I was bound and determined that the only reactions they'd be getting from me was triumph
I stuck my head out the door, looked both directions. When it was clear, I pulled her from the depths. I smiled. She was the absolute best thing that had ever happened to me. If I didn't hate the bastard with a fiery passion in my soul, I'd probably thank Ethan Errington. But that was beyond my ability. Escorting the sexiest woman back to the party, we ran into Jessa and Nico and Nik and Turo as they came in. I glanced at my watch. Raised my brows at Nico.He rolled his eyes. "Women."Willow snorted. "Men," she said it with the exact same inflection. Jessa and Nik laughed. "You'd think it was our fault, but he had to change his tux twice so it would be the same undertone' as Jessa's dress," Nik said. She made air quotes around the appropriate words. Turo nodded. "It's disgusting. He has more clothes than most women."Nico stuck his nose in the air. "Can I get a drink now, please?"I looked over the people I'd claimed as my family. Jessa and Nico were a striking couple
I swallowed as I blinked against the glaring lights. "Hi. I'm Willow." She gave a little wave. The crowd chuckled. Called out, "Hi Willow" like we were on some kind of ridiculous Saturday morning kids' show. She chuckled. "Winslow and Beverly are correct. I've a new man, and, boy, do we have some news to share. Buckle your seatbelts."The lights dimmed dramatically. "As Winslow stated, I was married to Ethan Errington. Winslow and Beverly actually set us up."The crowd gave a joint ah.' Fuckers. My smile was brittle. "What I recently found out was that they paid him ten million dollars to do it."The crowd didn't laugh or give any cutesy little audience participation lines. "Willow, what in heaven's name are you talking about?" Beverly said, motherly shame sharp in her voice. I smiled out at the crowd. That was Nik's cue. The screen behind me went live. I blocked out the sound of Ethan's voice as he himself declared that my creation donors had paid him. Turo
My chest swelled with pride as Willow, Jessa, and Tali all gathered on the stage. "Taylor Pankoswki, age fourteen," Willow said, her voice strong. A picture showed on the screen behind us. A young girl who had seen too much life in her years. Her blue eyes were hazy, her brown hair hung in straggles down her face.A woman in the crowd screamed. "That's my baby. That monster had my baby?""Born January 14, 2006. Died -"The woman shouted and wailed.Tali's fists clenched. "Died June 28, 2019.""Cause of death: traumatic blood loss," Jessa said. The woman collapsed into tears and grief. Several around her either moved to help comfort her or stepped away. Their gazes lowered, their shoulders hunched. The guilty would out themselves by the time this was done. The next picture was displayed. The group of gathered monsters and innocents sucked in a collective breath. "Marigold Lightfoot, age fifty-five." Willow didn't take her gaze off the crowd. Blue eyes, red hair, ro