The Virgin Billionaire[5] and the Evil Twin by Ryan Field

Author:Ryan Field [Field, Ryan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781607774112
Google: oAZjT0uWvnEC
Amazon: B0053H9PMO
Publisher: Ravenous Romance
Published: 2011-05-29T12:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

While Gage was packing, the dog sat on a bench at the end of the bed and gaped at him. At least he wasn’t snarling anymore, mainly because Gage kept feeding him sugar cookies to win him over.

Gage had to pack fast. It was almost noon and he wanted to get to Cider Mill Farm before Jase and the little kid arrived. He needed to look around and get to know the place on his own so he wouldn’t look completely baffled in front of Jase and the kid. Gage wasn’t even sure which key opened the front door. He’d have to go through all the keys on Luis’s key ring and figure it out on his own. At least he’d been lucky enough to find a small piece of paper in Luis’s desk that had security codes for both the New York house and Cider Mill Farm. He’d taken the codes and written them down on a separate piece of paper and hidden it in his back pocket, along with the phone number the handsome dark taxi driver had given him.

Luis’s closet, though filled with clothes, turned out to be less exciting than Gage had imagined it would be. At a closer glance, Luis’s clothes were far more conservative than he would have imagined. There were tons of white dress shirts, crewneck sweaters, and T-shirts in subtle shades of beige, gray, and pale blue. There was a row of polo shirts in the same colors, with the occasional olive or pale green. His slacks were either jeans or casual chinos. There was a row of dress slacks, but they were just as quiet and conservative as the rest of Luis’s clothes. And he had five or six black sport jackets. But not many formal suits and ties. Gage knew everything in Luis’s closet was expensive and well tailored, but he was surprised to see that most of the clothes Luis owned were things he would have bought for himself, including the black and brown leather shoes.

When the small Gucci bag was packed with everything Gage thought he would need that weekend, he turned off the lights in the bedroom and tapped his leg for the dog to follow him downstairs. He decided not to bother with the security system. If Jase asked, he’d just say he forgot. It took two more cookies to get the little runt off the bench and down the front staircase, and three more cookies after that to get him to submit to the leash Gage had to hook up to his small black collar. But the dog sat in the back seat of the Cadillac all the way out to Cider Mill Farm without making a sound, as if he were so used to this trip it meant nothing to him. It was a shame the dog couldn’t talk and help with directions, because when Jase finally crossed the bridge from New Jersey into Pennsylvania, he had a few problems finding Cider Mill Farm.

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