5
The next morning, Boone, Ivan, and Frank appeared at our suite door at 8 a.m. sharp with the most impressive array of pastries and coffee accoutrement I had ever seen. I could have kissed them, but that would have been more than slightly awkward.
After making myself a coffee with the most delicious honey-flavored creamer I’d ever known, I sat down with the pastry that most resembled a bear claw and looked at Boone. “So, what’s next, Boss?”
He was across the table from me, but when he held my gaze, I felt a heat from him like he was sitting next to me. I looked down into my coffee up and most definitely did not look over at Adaire. “We’ve got our counter offers set,” he said and pushed the laptop over to Beattie. “So, I think our buyer is clear.”
Beattie read the screen and then spun
