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there was a meadow behind that place. I used to sit and daydream about being there.”
    “You don’t say…” I look over at her; interest peaking in my pants.
     
    ***
    I bought the lot two hours later. Pete, my builder, showed up three hours after that and surveyed the land.
    “Sorry to hear about the other place, Weston.” Pete shook his head with disbelief.
    “Yeah, thanks. It was a shock.”
    “Do the cops have any idea who did it?”
    “Probably just some fucking kids,” I answer, really believing my scorned ex-wife had something to do with it. “I liked the layout of that place. If you could imitate that, I’d be happy. I’d like it within one month.”
    “Jeez,” Pete says, raking his hand through his hair. “That’s not much time.”
    “I have faith in you. And, of course, it will pay well.”
    “Of course,” Pete says slyly. “How can I refuse my best client?”
    “Good. I’ll be over tomorrow morning to go over more details.”
    Pete and I shake hands, and part ways. I send Riley a text message to let her know I want her there tomorrow morning as well. She replies with a Yes, boss.
    Oh, the things that woman does to me.
    I let my curiosity fuel me, and I end up idling in the parking lot of Pine Ridge Realty. Elsa’s car is here. I give myself a quiet pep talk, and open the door of my BMW to get out.
    Buttoning my jacket, I casually open the door of the office and stroll in, right past reception and all the offices.
    Elsa’s door is on the end, and it’s closed. I don’t knock, I barge in and she frantically inhales deeply when I startle her. Gripping the desk with both hands, she glares at me.
    “Just what the hell do you think you’re doing here?”
    “Happy to see you too, dear.”
    “West, I suggest you leave before…” Elsa pants, her chest heaving.
    Is she having a heart attack?
    I sit down, unbutton my jacket, and cross one leg over the other. I’m damn sure not missing this show.
    “Been to Buffalo lately?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.
    “Of course, I have business everywhere. Why?”
    “Curious.”
    “You know what they say about curiosity, West...” Elsa sneers and loosens her white-knuckled grip on the edge of her desk.
    “Enlighten me, old wise one.”
    “Oh, you little shit.”
    I wink at her, then stand to leave. Just as I’m about to turn the knob on the door, I glace back at her. “Why, Elsa…I haven’t seen your cheeks that pink in a while. They usually only do that when…”
    “Out!” Elsa shrieks, then covers her mouth.
    I walk toward her, and bend to look under her desk. “Hey, buddy. Talk about awkward, huh?” I say, facetiously, to Elsa’s new arm candy.
    “Get the fuck out, now!” Elsa pushes her skirt down, flattening it when her palms. “Come on, baby.”
    The kid in the suit I saw before takes her hand and climbs to his feet. “The lady asked you to leave.”
    Oh, the new meat is ballsy.
    “She’s not just a lady. She’s the classiest broad in Sheridan.” I smirk.
    “That stings coming from the man-whore of Wyoming.” Elsa bites out as I’m opening the door to leave her office of sin
    Man, that felt good.
    Seeing Elsa unravel like that, and getting her worked up was exhilarating. Even though a tiny shard of me now had doubt she burned down my building in Buffalo, a bigger part knew after our encounter today she probably wanted to shank me in a dark alley.
    I checked into the same hotel room that I had been in before my trip to New York—since my divorce. I changed out of my suit, and put on loose linen pants and a white t-shirt.
    I gingerly flipped through the channels on the flat screen, while simultaneously stroking myself slowly under the material of my pants. I momentarily consider calling Sara.
    No, I’m not that hard-up.
    A shaving cream commercial ends just as an entertainment show begins. They immediately preview coverage of the bar in New York that I was at—the one that caught fire.
    My hand stills.
    “South of