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The buzzing of Rollo's cell phone woke him up out of the sweetest sleep he'd experienced since the last time he was in bed with Brianna. Which would have been New York. Which was where the call came from. Brent was on the line this time. For f**k's sake, why couldn't his family ever learn about time zones?
Then he remembered. Before too long, he'd be free from the family business affairs—maybe even by the end of this phone call. He'd tell Brent first, because ultimately Brent would take over the handling of his share of things. What better time than the present, even if it was five in the morning?
He rolled out of bed, treating himself to one last stroke of Brianna's warm skin, right where it curved around her hip. That might be his favorite spot on her body, the slope between her wa
