Page 33 of One of Them

“You got me.” Not wasting any time, I spilled the reason for the call. “Do you still have the getaway house?”

“In the Hamptons? I do. Why?”

“Care to share it with me and a couple of crazy Russians?”

A grunt carried over the static. “I don’t like where thisis heading.”

“It’s okay to say no. I know the house serves its purpose,” I teased, leaving room for rejection. “Wouldn’t want to expose its unique location or whatever.”

Enzo didn’t take long to agree. “Fine. I don’t have a use for it, anyway.

The staff should be tending to it. I’ll notify them.”

“I owe you. You want to come?”

“With who?”

“Me, Alisa and her brothers, maybe some of her friends? I’ll have to check in with her before finalizing the plans.”

I could almost hear the eyebrow raise in his voice. “That’s an odd mix. Chances I’ll find some quiet to work?”

The hustle didn’t stop just because it was the weekend, but even the toughest needed a break now and then.

“Zero percent. Only come if you want to unwind. Work can wait a day or two. And please pack at least one pair of jeans,” my voice pleaded.

“The best I can do is a casual sweater.”

“With dress pants?” I rolled my eyes at his poshness. “That doesn’t count.”

“Fine. It better be worth my time. And I expect to be dined and wined.”

I laughed, knowing he was the host. “Promise. But who knows? Maybe a hot, very lost model will wash up on your beach. We might never hear from you again.”

Enzo exhaled a low grunt, clearly unimpressed. “I’ve had enough bodies to deal with this week.”

“That totally killed the mood.”

“I hoped so.”

I could vividly imagine the smirk on his face.

“Pick you up on Friday?”

“You know I employ drivers for that, right?”

“What’s the fun in that?” I pouted.

“I’ll be expecting some decent coffee and snacks.” The Italian in him was unmistakable.

“That’s a given. Thanks again.”

Enzo hung up without a goodbye and went back to work.

Not wasting a second, I dialed Alisa next, eager to share the good news.

The second the ringing stopped, I let the words fly. “House secured. Have you ever been to the Hamptons?”

Excitement filled Alisa’s voice. “Can’t say I have. Is it yours?”

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