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“Brandon,” he said with a southern drawl. “Brandon Gentry. And you are Ella?”
“Finley. My parents have run this place forever. I think my dad was your grandfather’s only friend.” Opening the door to the back, I pointed to the shed. “It goes in there. Thanks, Brandon Gentry.”
“For catching you?” His eyes sparkled again.
Damn, he’s too hot for his own good.“Sure. Even though I didn’tneedyour help.”
“Next time I’ll let you fall.” He kicked the door shut behind him as he walked out. And I watched him him walk away through the window next to the door, my mouth watering as well as other parts of my anatomy.
Chapter Three
Brandon
Dyllan, Clayton, and I decided to tour the rest of the house on our own, preferring to scout out our new digs alone. “You wasted no time, did ya, Brandon?” Clayton asked as he opened a door with a movie theater behind it. “Would you look at this?”
“Doing what?” I leaned in to see what else was in our private movie theater. “Wow, I wonder if we get Netflix.”
Dyllan laughed as he slapped his thigh. “Seems we’ve died and gone to Heaven.”
“Real cool, Dyllan,” Clayton said with a frown. “Our grandparents did die and go to Heaven, or we wouldn’t have this. And I meant how you fondled that cute, petite housekeeper in the foyer, Brandon.”
“You mean caught and saved her life, not fondled.” I followed my youngest brother, ignoring my pain in the ass middle brother.
Dyllan walked down the corridor to the next door. “If Mom and Dad hadn’t given up their fight, we would’ve grown up with this.”
“To be fair, we have no idea how hard that fight was,” I said as I looked into the room Dyllan had just opened. “Nothing but theater supplies in here. Popcorn, pickles, hot dog buns, we’ve got it all. We could make a living just selling tickets to movies and snacks here.”
Clayton chuckled as he walked down to the door across the hallway. “We could add that one to all the other ways our grandfather already made money from this place. Hey, a sauna!”
We all hurried to see it and found he’d made the entire room into a steam room. I couldn’t believe it. “We may never have to leave home, guys.”
Dyllan shook his head. “Unless one of these doors has some single women behind it, then we certainly have to leave, at least every now and then.”
“We just barely got here, Dyllan,” Clayton reminded him. “We should settle in and get to know the locals before looking for chicks. Otherwise, we may end up with the loosest women in Carthage, of which I believe are aplenty.”
Dyllan laughed as he walked away to see what we’d find next. “What’s wrong with loose women, Clayton? I’m not picky. If they want to give it, I’ll take it.”
“Andtheir diseases?” Clayton asked as he raised one dark brow. “I think not, little man.”
Dyllan grabbed his crotch. “I’ve got your little man, Clayton.”
“That you do.” Clayton chuckled as I opened the next door we came to. And we all went silent.
Red walls, black carpet, and chains hung on one wall. Something like a bed, but it had no mattress, was at the end of the rectangular shaped room.
“You know what this is, don’t you?” Clayton asked.
“This is going to be locked up, then boarded up.” I pulled the door closed only to have Dyllan open it again.
“Don’t be so quick to make hasty decisions, Brandon.” He walked into the room. “Gramps was a freak. Who would’ve ever guessed?”
“You boys finding everything alright?” a woman’s voice came from behind us.
We turned to find an older version of the young maid standing there. “You must be Ella’s sister,” I said.
“Correct. I’m Darleen.” She was about a foot taller than tiny Ella, but just as pretty with long dark hair and eyes as cobalt as the ocean. “Ella’soldersister. And you must be Brandon, Clayton, and Dyllan, the new owners of Whisper Ranch.”
I introduced us all. “I’m Brandon, this is Clayton, and that’s Dyllan. Do you work here?”
