THE BILLIONAIRE'S SOFT TOUCH

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making it so hard on them. He hadn’t even thought ab

ty s

. “You go. Have fun. E

en she pulled ba

ked at Roy.

blew it out fast. “Fine, but you’

d I could check on the lady

at Rossi, well aware that

ise his precocious daug

at her father, her bo

cked an eyebrow at his

him away from the group. “I need to tal

ile for his brother. “Have fun,

y sco

had instilled “work, work, work” into them. He remembered two family vacations his family h

I get back, but I’ve thought a lot about it. If it comes down to it, we mo

oss’s anger. “Oh, right, Mr. Doctor, forget the lan

’ve reached out to multiple people for help, and no one can swing it. I don’t want to do it either. But bro, we h

ut how he’d neglected to tell Troy about the latest letter. “That Jagger conglomerate group are wily bugger

worry they’re going to try to sneak in and buy

ation. “I know. I would just hate to see everythi

loved the land, and we do too.” He sighed. “That’s part

ded, feelin

rebuild whatever is taken away from us. And with the goo

nted. “Quot

an would say—‘go, rebuild, and bu

r too. Thinking of his father’s never-ending optimis

ng the rest of the q

tough as nails. It had hit both Rossi and Roy hard

t was called. Tory hugged Ros

n,” Rossi

rted over, slippin

ssi squeeze

lly go check

to the high school for his camp first.

, drawing, and finally playing on Rossi ’s phone. Later, as they headed to the hospital, she chatted hap

unlight poured through the window, highlighting the woman’s red hair and porc

ooks like a sleeping princess,” she

thinking the

them. She was an older woman in her fifties with salt

ned at her. “

t into them easily. “I’m surprised to ha

ould check on her. I think

y, squatting down. “A Sleeping Beauty princess. I like

Nadine a ho

er hands together,

. “Kidding.” She moved to R

led. “Not the Prin

ulled back. “But you are

eyes. “You never

came, because I just restocked the candy at our station. Want

peed. “Not necessary.” He starte

inley out the door. “Let us gi

estions. Kinley adored older women. He didn’t know if she gravitated to women b

ing who she could be. Why had no one come for her yet? She looked like she could w

e hadn’t really looked at a woman since Brook. Not in a detailed way like

the police had produced no car, no identification on her person, no phone. It was like the woman had

ay, that whatever family she did have wasn’t too w

s and telling Kinley stories from the past. He loved that about living in a s

nd seeing the pity in people’s eyes, but that had subsided. With his bro