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I laughed. “Cash is interested in just about anything. So we have the day to figure out the details.”

“Nice that you’re going to let me help figure out the details.” His voice dripped with sarcasm.

“I’ll meet you in the coffee shop.”

“I’ll be ready.”

10

CASH

“Ithink you’re rushing this, Cash,” Braxton said as he turned his car onto the road leading to Equinox.

“Brax, we’ve been through this off and on all summer. I don’t want to go back to law school. Period.”

“You don’t even know what kind of job they’re going to offer you. It could be some total shit job or something you’ll end up hating.”

“Then I’ll discover that on my own.”

“What about your folks?”

“They don’t give a fuck about my happiness. They’ll survive.”

Braxton brought his car to a stop at the entrance of the resort. I opened the door and stepped out into the cool air.

“Text me when you need me to come get your ass,” he said.

“I will, thanks.”

I closed the car door and made my way toward the lobby. As I walked, I looked down at my shirt to make sure it was tucked in and free of lint before meeting with the two six-foot-fuck-me-three Silver Fox Daddies. As soon as I stepped inside the lobby,I saw them. Both Joel and Tristen were waiting for me. I figured they’d be by the restaurant or would text me with their location. But no, they were both right here.

“Hi, Cash,” Tristen said and stretched his hand toward me.

I made eye contact with Tristen as I shook his hand and returned the greeting politely. My focus shifted to Joel. This guy was intense to stare at for very long. His demeanor was calm, but I also thought he looked every bit of powerful intimidation at the same time.

“Thanks for meeting with us, Cash.”

I nodded and then added, “Thanks for the invite and for keeping me in mind.”

As we walked to the restaurant just off the lobby near the bar, I noticed how quiet it was. When I was here for the first interview, there were a lot of people moving around in the lobby. But today was super quiet and calm.

Suddenly feeling somewhat nervous around these two men, I commented, “It’s a lot calmer in here today.”

Joel and Tristen smiled and looked at one another. Was I out of line to make that comment? Had I said something wrong? Was business bad or tapering off since the summer was coming to an end?

“We hosted a private event that started Thursday and ended today,” Joel explained.

“Pretty much all of the guests who were here for the event have all checked out,” Tristen added as we arrived at our table.

I sat and picked up the conversation. “Was it a big event?”

“No. We hold a private event for up to thirty people every other month. During that weekend, we don’t have any other guests onsite,” Tristen answered.

“Same type of event?” I asked.

“Yes,” Joel replied.

“Same people attend?”