Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 89674 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89674 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
“It’s a Saleen S7. It’s Carter’s. He wants us to drive it. It’s a 2005 and hasn’t been driven in a year,” Dash explained nonchalantly.
Scott’s weird expression locked on mine. “What’s a Saleen?”
I shrugged. “Fancy usually follows Dash.”
“Y’all are strange men. Get out. I have a cart waiting beside the elevator. It’ll help limit the trips,” Dash said and hip-bumped me to get moving. The cool air from below was colder up here, causing me to reach for my jacket.
“How much does that thing cost?” Scott asked, nodding to the Saleen. Dash didn’t answer until he was pushing the cart toward the bed of the truck. I had no idea of the expense, but I knew it had to be high.
“More than most people make in a lifetime, I’m sure,” Dash said, lowering the tailgate.
Rope crisscrossed the top of the bed, securing the boxes in place. I made quick work of untying the knots while Scott assisted my guy in filling the cart eight boxes high. He and I grabbed more to carry, following where Dash led. My experience at FedEx had me familiar with the inner workings of high-rise buildings. This freight elevator was no different than any others. The hallway was good enough too. It was the entrance to the apartment that took my breath away and kept it that way as we put the boxes in the foyer and began exploring the place.
“Is this an apartment?” Scott asked, his head moving different directions, seemingly stunned by what he saw.
“I believe it’s a penthouse apartment,” Dash answered from behind, allowing us the raw advantage of taking in the picturesque furnishings and design. I’d seen parts of the home through Skype, but nothing prepared me for the luxury of the home. The highlight for me was the expansive windows in the living room. I assumed that was what they called this formal sitting room overlooking Lake Michigan. I was captivated, staring out at the churning lake. Large bodies of water always make me feel a little bit better about life.
Dash caressed a hand up my back until he gripped the nape of my neck. “I wanted to surprise you. There’s a boat dock to the right. We can rent something to fish on or buy a boat when we can. There are loads of free fishing docks around.”
“Fuck, Brooks. This place is nicer than your home in Dallas,” Scott said from the catwalk above us. “You got those waterspouts, ass cleaners in every bathroom.”
I pointed my finger toward the lake. “Check it out.”
“There’s some sort of transit heading in every direction. Even with the stops, it can be faster than driving,” Dash said, trailing his fingers down my arm to link our hands. “The kitchen’s in the other direction from where you entered. There’s a guest suite beyond the kitchen and two bedrooms upstairs,” he said, pulling me in the direction of Scott.
“The showers have jets all over the place,” Scott added. “And a detachable wand. I landed on the bed and it’s soft as shit. Lauren needs to see this place, or maybe not. She’ll want us to live this way.” Each syllable Scott spoke held more and more awe.
Dash acted as my tour guide, but I’d spent a lot of time on video in the main bedroom. Scott hadn’t gotten it wrong. The rooms were just as remarkable as the rest of the house.
“The downstairs loops around into a dining room, a gym, an office, and another sitting room. It took me a few days to find them. It was a whole closed-door issue that I didn’t feel comfortable breaching,” Dash explained. His happiness was evident with the giant grin on his face. He tucked his hands into his jeans, patiently watching us discover the cool amenities that neither of us had ever seen before.
“What a badass place to live, Brooks,” Scott said on our ride down to finish unloading the truck. “And his old man’s gonna have a fit when he finds out?”
“I guess he already did,” I said when Dash didn’t immediately answer. “It went over like Dash and Carter expected.”
“Good, he’s a motherfucker,” Scott tossed over his shoulder. The unloading didn’t take nearly as long as the loading had. Not having to relay to Dash everything everyone said helped too.
“I made tentative arrangements to eat deep dish pizza at Lou Malnati’s. It’s been recommended. At least that’s where I’ve been pointed. I printed an online guide to experience Chicago in a day. I thought Scott might like to explore the area before he leaves,” Dash explained, pulling the last remaining clothing onto the cart then taking us back to the elevator.
“Whatever you want to do. I’m sure Lauren’s gonna drag my ass back here soon enough,” Scott said, pushing the floor button as the elevator doors closed behind us. “If you guys wanna unpack, that’s cool too.”