Greed (The Buck Boys Heroes #5) Read Online Deborah Bladon

Categories Genre: Contemporary Tags Authors: Series: The Buck Boys Heroes Series by Deborah Bladon
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Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 69096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
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“I’m over my ex-wife.” He smiles. “So, feel free never to ask that question again.”

I raise both hands in mock surrender. “Excuse me for giving a shit about you.”

“I appreciate it.” He turns slightly to the left to look out one of the windows in my office. “You may not have noticed, but it’s quitting time, so let me buy you a burger and a beer.”

I glance toward the scene of the sun setting over Manhattan. The evening view of the city is one of the reasons I grabbed this office before Sean could.

“Sure, old man.”

He rakes a hand through his dark brown hair, his fingers skimming a few of the graying strands. It’s not full salt-and-pepper yet, but the look is good for him.

“The other day, a beautiful woman told me I look distinguished.”

I tilt my chin. “What beautiful woman? Does she work for you? If she does, that might explain the compliment.”

“She doesn’t.” He motions for me to stand. “I crossed her path at the market.”

“You crossed her path at the market,” I repeat his words slowly. “Did you take her home with you?”

“I walked her home,” he corrects me. “I carried her groceries. She tipped me a quarter for my trouble.”

“Ah,” I nod in understanding. “It’s your grandma’s friend, right? What’s her name again?”

The corners of his blue eyes squint as he smiles. “Mrs. Ruffat.”

“Right. Mrs. Ruffat,” I say, pushing to my feet. “Does she have a granddaughter? Maybe she’d think you look distinguished too.”

“No granddaughter.” He turns to head out of my office. “I’m just like you, Declan. I’m not looking for anything from anyone at the moment.”

I follow on his heel as we exit into the corridor.

A day ago, I wasn’t looking for anything from anyone, but that changed last night. Tomorrow, I plan on paying Abigail Duvall a visit.

“Why in the hell did I ever ask you to be a part of this company?” Sean shoots me a look.

“Ask?” I huff out a laugh. “This is a fifty-fifty endeavor, brother. I sank the same amount of cash into this as you did.”

“Courtesy of Stetson.” Sean sighs as he mentions our late grandfather. “He would be damn proud that we used our inheritances to build a billion dollar business.”

“He’d wonder how the hell we raked in that amount of revenue from selling underwear.”

Sean shakes his head. “It’s called strong marketing and great abs.”

I cock a brow. “Your time as the model on the billboard in Times Square has passed, and for the record, your abs aren’t that great.”

He pats his stomach beneath the blue button-down shirt he’s wearing. “Jealous much, Decky?”

“Asshole much, Saint?”

The mention of his nickname results in an instant smile on his face. He takes a step back toward my office door. “To get back to the reason why I came in here, I…”

“Yeah.” I straighten the lapels of my jacket. “Let’s get to that. Why are you bothering me this early on a Monday?”

He glances at his watch. “It’s nearly ten.”

“Why are you here?” I stress each word. “I have work to do.”

“Start with firing everyone who works in inventory control.” He scrubs a hand over his dark beard. “They seriously cannot count worth shit.”

Since that entire department consists of a trio of friends I’ve had since middle school, I shake my head. Not one of those relationships rise to the level of my friendships with Holden and Rook, but I made a promise to those three guys to keep them gainfully employed, and I plan on honoring that.

“At least teach them to count.” Sean rolls his eyes. “Promise me you’ll give them a lesson in their one, two, threes.”

I can’t help but laugh. “Sure. Whatever.”

“Sure. Whatever.” His tone mocks mine. “You’re still feeling the sting of not taking the princess to bed the other night, aren’t you?”

I’ve never talked about intimacy with my brother, and I have no intention of starting now. “You can leave now.”

“In that case, you can fuck right off, Decky.”

I take the comment as it’s meant and laugh. “Meet me here for lunch at one.”

“Or else what?”

“Or else nothing.” I shrug. “If you want a free sandwich, get your ass in here at one o’clock.”

“Will do,” he says as he turns to leave. “The princess doesn’t know what she’s missing. I’m not talking about your bedroom skills because gross, but I mean you’re a decent guy. She could do worse.”

“Go to hell.” I point at my door. “Shut the door on your way out.”

CHAPTER TEN

Abby

I close my office door, spin around, and stare at the bag on my desk.

As I carried it into the building this morning, I felt like a criminal. I scanned left and right to see if I could spot Declan Wells, but he wasn’t in view.

It makes sense since I arrived just now, and Declan likely got to his office at least ninety minutes ago.


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