L A Banks-Vampire Huntress 09 by The Cursed

Author:The Cursed [Cursed, The]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-10-13T04:49:35+00:00

"I heard that, Rivera," Damali said, threading her arm around his waist. "Why are you guys always like this — except when you're at the car dealerships?"

He smiled and allowed her to pull him along. "Because y'all are always like we are here at the car dealerships. Bored and watching for sticker shock."

"We are not," Damali fussed.

"Are too," Carlos said laughing, and then had to simply shake his head when Jasmine saw the private bonsai gardens and meditation paths that had been created outside each bedroom suite.

It was such a sweet kill that Carlos saw it happen in slow motion. Jasmine covered her mouth, then closed her eyes, and walked toward Bobby blindly and hugged him. She didn't say a word; Bobby's face spoke volumes for her. Two down, felled by one garden and a carp pool. The thing was, Shabazz wasn't far behind them, just like Big Mike was hav ing trouble breathing in the kitchen, probably imagining what Inez could whip up for him in there while wearing a teddy.

J.L. had been lost on the ground floor forty minutes ago, just like Berkfield was lost somewhere between the thirty-foot cathedral ceiling of the sunken living room and the walk-in fireplace of the family rec room that had broken Marjorie down into tears. They had already called "man down" for Jose, when Juanita saw the pool. As far as Carlos was concerned, the only brothers still holding the negotiating line were him, Dan, and Rider.

At least that's the way he'd envisioned it until the Realtor pointed out that the house was set on seven acres of pristine land with stables, should they want horses. Carlos thought for sure he'd seen Tara's knees buckle and Rider catch her around the waist as she simply stared out at the mountain.

"All of that's ours?" Tara whispered, the sale obviously al ready final in her mind. "Untouched land the way it was meant to be ... free."

"All the way down to the beach and personal yacht docks," the Realtor said proudly.

Rider didn't swallow hard; he practically gulped as she turned to him and signed "man with a good heart" over his chest.

"Remember those days in Arizona, trying to get there across all that country?"

"Yeah," Rider said in a gravelly voice. "All that wild lavender in the wind."

Too done, Carlos walked away. The Realtor was fingering his Montblanc pen like it was a switchblade.

Seeming pleased, their Realtor prattled on. "We can walk the grounds at your leisure to see the tennis courts and golf driving range in a bit, but I think you might enjoy seeing how we've designed private quarters for sixteen guests at a time—and yet some of the rooms could be turned into offices, quite naturally—even though we do have a central technology area on the second floor."

The Realtor kept a brisk pace, and the team followed, each person ogling the double-high windows and domed skylights, then suddenly realizing the security problem they presented.

"This is a unique cultural blend ... In

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.