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weather in Denver can wreak havoc on your body if you don’t drink plenty of fluids. I’ve found it helps if you start a few days ahead of time.”
“Oh. You learn something new every day.” She smiled.
Sam took a seat and fastened her seat belt when the captain informed J.J. they were taking off soon. He looked good today, dressed business casual with a lavender dress shirt and a pair of jeans. She wore one of her suits but packed some casual clothes just case she’d get to sightsee while she was there.
They spent the plane ride going over the itinerary and discussing the weather, sports, just about anything while they ate a nice lunch. It was so easy to talk to him, which was a change of pace from a lot of her wealthy clients who were really out of touch about the world around them.
The minute the private plane touched down, Sam immediately fell in love with Denver. The scenic mountains in the backdrop called to her, and J.J. maneuvered expertly through the city streets, pointing out a few sights before reaching his home. J.J. punched in a code that opened a beautiful iron gate, but she didn’t see a house anywhere in the distance. He made a left and ascended a sloping hill that seemed to go on forever. When they reached the top she could see three huge houses, spaced out but within a reasonable distance from each other. Now she knew why the Regency staff dubbed this place Blake Ridge. He pulled in front of the house on the left.
“This place is magnificent,” she said.
He retrieved their bags from the trunk of the Range Rover. “Thank you. This is my home away from home.”
“So what’s the itinerary for today? We got here in record time if you want to start working.”
“Today we take it easy. I thought we could go to the market and get some supplies and have a nice dinner here.” He opened the front door and turned off the alarm.
“Sounds good.”
The house didn’t seem like he hadn’t been there in over a year. The fridge was stocked, there were no coverings over the furniture, and the mail he received was neatly stacked in a pile on the kitchen counter. There was a note next to vase of fresh flowers on the beveled mahogany table in the foyer. J.J. read the note and snorted.
“My momma sent Tyler and Channing here a few days ago to remove any memories of Eden. I thought those rug rats were in California.”
He gave her a tour of the enormous house, which had four bedrooms, two studies and an exercise room that could have rivaled a chain of fitness gyms. There was a lavish spa hot tub that she was dying to try. J.J. explained its specialized features were installed for when he played ball.
J.J.’s bedroom was beautifully decorated and had an elegant walk-in closet and a huge bathroom. He gave her the pick of bedrooms and she chose the one at the opposite end of the hall, to avoid any late night run ins. She normally preferred to stay at a hotel, but when she brought it up to J.J., he flat out insisted she stay with him. The back yard went on for days. J.J. opened the gas grill to air it out and checked the propane tank.
They made the trip to the market and stocked up on food for the week. He drove around, showing her some of his old haunts from his football days. When they rode by his old stadium, a look of nostalgia flashed across his face. By the time they returned back to the house it was early afternoon, but she strangely felt tired.
“I apologize, my energy level is unusually low.” She yawned uncontrollably as she placed the vegetables in the fridge.
“That’s why I suggested we start fresh in the morning.”
“So what’s on the menu tonight?” She asked.
“My famous buffalo chili.” He winked at her as through the meat on the counter.
Sam blanched at his choice. “I don’t eat buffalo.”
“Have you ever tried it?” He countered.
“Well…no, but—”
“You like beef, you’ll like buffalo. It’s just leaner and full of protein.”
She shook her head no,
“Oh. You learn something new every day.” She smiled.
Sam took a seat and fastened her seat belt when the captain informed J.J. they were taking off soon. He looked good today, dressed business casual with a lavender dress shirt and a pair of jeans. She wore one of her suits but packed some casual clothes just case she’d get to sightsee while she was there.
They spent the plane ride going over the itinerary and discussing the weather, sports, just about anything while they ate a nice lunch. It was so easy to talk to him, which was a change of pace from a lot of her wealthy clients who were really out of touch about the world around them.
The minute the private plane touched down, Sam immediately fell in love with Denver. The scenic mountains in the backdrop called to her, and J.J. maneuvered expertly through the city streets, pointing out a few sights before reaching his home. J.J. punched in a code that opened a beautiful iron gate, but she didn’t see a house anywhere in the distance. He made a left and ascended a sloping hill that seemed to go on forever. When they reached the top she could see three huge houses, spaced out but within a reasonable distance from each other. Now she knew why the Regency staff dubbed this place Blake Ridge. He pulled in front of the house on the left.
“This place is magnificent,” she said.
He retrieved their bags from the trunk of the Range Rover. “Thank you. This is my home away from home.”
“So what’s the itinerary for today? We got here in record time if you want to start working.”
“Today we take it easy. I thought we could go to the market and get some supplies and have a nice dinner here.” He opened the front door and turned off the alarm.
“Sounds good.”
The house didn’t seem like he hadn’t been there in over a year. The fridge was stocked, there were no coverings over the furniture, and the mail he received was neatly stacked in a pile on the kitchen counter. There was a note next to vase of fresh flowers on the beveled mahogany table in the foyer. J.J. read the note and snorted.
“My momma sent Tyler and Channing here a few days ago to remove any memories of Eden. I thought those rug rats were in California.”
He gave her a tour of the enormous house, which had four bedrooms, two studies and an exercise room that could have rivaled a chain of fitness gyms. There was a lavish spa hot tub that she was dying to try. J.J. explained its specialized features were installed for when he played ball.
J.J.’s bedroom was beautifully decorated and had an elegant walk-in closet and a huge bathroom. He gave her the pick of bedrooms and she chose the one at the opposite end of the hall, to avoid any late night run ins. She normally preferred to stay at a hotel, but when she brought it up to J.J., he flat out insisted she stay with him. The back yard went on for days. J.J. opened the gas grill to air it out and checked the propane tank.
They made the trip to the market and stocked up on food for the week. He drove around, showing her some of his old haunts from his football days. When they rode by his old stadium, a look of nostalgia flashed across his face. By the time they returned back to the house it was early afternoon, but she strangely felt tired.
“I apologize, my energy level is unusually low.” She yawned uncontrollably as she placed the vegetables in the fridge.
“That’s why I suggested we start fresh in the morning.”
“So what’s on the menu tonight?” She asked.
“My famous buffalo chili.” He winked at her as through the meat on the counter.
Sam blanched at his choice. “I don’t eat buffalo.”
“Have you ever tried it?” He countered.
“Well…no, but—”
“You like beef, you’ll like buffalo. It’s just leaner and full of protein.”
She shook her head no,
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