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Chapter 4

A black Mercedes pulled up and parked in front of the hotel doors.

Ryan watched as Drayden Alexander stepped out of the driver’s seat and walked around the car, handing the keys to the valet. He was dressed in a suit that fit nicely but was off the rack. Ryan wasn’t much for custom-tailored suits either.

Drayden never once glanced in Ryan’s direction; instead, he seemed focused and walked with purpose.

Ryan noted Drayden made a point to greet everyone by name, although he didn’t break his stride.

He saw security walking toward the entrance and quickly moved away from the side of the building. Ryan kept walking until he reached the end of the property.

“Get a job, you bum,” someone yelled out of a passing car.

He shook his head sadly. Some people could be so ignorant at times. Most people were not homeless by choice or because they didn’t want to work. For most, it was an aftershock of the earthquake in their lives that had attempted to destroy them. Rebuilding lives after an earthquake took time, and often victims needed help financially and emotionally.

A man pushing a shopping cart paused and asked, “You find any good eats ’round here?”

Ryan shook his head. “Not yet. I heard that the restaurant on the corner will give you a hot meal.”

The man snorted and then moved on.

Ryan resisted the urge to try and hold a conversation with the man, because he wanted to see Sage again. He didn’t know why or how, but a connection had been made and Ryan always followed his instincts.

* * *

Sage showed off a vacant residence to a couple of prospective buyers. “The bedrooms are all spacious,” she told them. “There are a limited number of residences ranging from two to five bedrooms with ample square footage to accommodate housekeepers, personal assistants or nannies.”

“Is there a private garage for residents?” the husband inquired. “And is it a two-car garage?”

“Each residence comes with a two-car garage,” Sage responded. “The residents have a personal valet. You can just drop your keys with the valet and take the private elevator up to the penthouse floors.”

She allowed them some privacy as they walked through the residence. Sage could tell that they were already falling in love with the place. She expected to write a contract before they left her office. The Broadway producer and his wife were here in town for a promotional tour and decided to check out some properties for a Los Angeles–based home.

She called Ari as soon as the couple left an hour later.

“Guess what I have in my hand…?”

“I have no idea,” Ari replied. “What is it?”

“I just sold unit 802,” she announced.

“Really? That’s wonderful,” he told Sage. “That’s the one like Mom and Dad’s, right?”

“Yes,” she confirmed. “And they didn’t even haggle over the asking price. The wife was the one who really loved the unit. I should probably give her a commission because she was the one who really sold her husband on the place. I think he would’ve preferred something near the beach.”

“I’m sure you helped in that respect,” Ari responded. “You have always been one who could talk sugar out of candy.”

She laughed. “I don’t know about that, but I am going to get off this phone and treat myself to a nice lunch to celebrate.”

“If you can hold off for about an hour, I’ll join you,” Ari told her.

“Rain check,” Sage said in response to his offer. “I’m starving, but just remember that you owe me lunch.”

“Hey, when was it the plan for me to pay for lunch?”

“When you considered joining me,” Sage responded with a chuckle. “Love you much, big brother.”

“I love you, too.”

They ended the call.

Sage grabbed her keys and purse from the sofa table. She strolled across the gleaming wood floors, her heels tapping in rhythm with her stride. She smiled as she considered her recent sale and the commission.

“Yes,” she whispered while waiting for the private elevator car.

Franklin walked out of the unit that belonged to Ari. “Good afternoon, Ms. Alexander.”

“I’m never going to get you to just call me Sage, am I?”

He smiled. “It is a title of honor. You should wear it proudly.”

“But you’re family, Franklin,” she countered, “not just another employee.”

Touched by her words, he gave a slight nod. “You are too kind, Ms….Sage.”

“I mean every word, Franklin. You and your daughter are now a part of our family. We love you both.”

The elevator arrived, and they both stepped inside.

“Franklin, are we still donating food to the homeless shelters?” Sage inquired.

“I believe so, but I can check to make sure.”

“No, I’ll do it,” she said. “I know that we are in need of a new manager for the restaurant, so I don’t want the donation falling through the cracks.”

Sage paused briefly to continue her conversation with Franklin and then made her way to the lobby area.

She was surprised to see her parents. “Hey, what are y’all doing here?” Sage inquired.

Barbara embraced her daughter. “We’re meeting Natasha and Ari here for lunch to discuss plans for the wedding. You should join us.”

“Ari isn’t going to be here any time soon. I’m not sure he even remembered that he was having lunch with you all,” Sage interjected. “I can’t wait that long because I’m starved.”

“He didn’t until I called, so we’re not waiting on your brother,” her father said. “I didn’t eat breakfast.”

Sage followed them to the hotel restaurant where they were seated immediately. She sat down beside her mother. “I have something to tell you both.”

“What is it, sweetie?” Malcolm asked.

“I have a contract on my desk for unit 802.”

Barbara grinned. “Congratulations, dear.”

Malcolm nodded in approval. “Can’t say I’m surprised.”

A man seated at the table across from them opened a newspaper.

“I certainly hope he’s not reading anything that R. G. McCall has to say,” she said in a low voice.

“Sage, are you still bothered by that article you read in that magazine?” Barbara asked.

“What article?” Malcolm inquired.

“It’s nothing really, Daddy,” Sage responded. “Some guy with a chip on his shoulder wrote that a woman turning thirty is so desperate to have a man in her life that she will marry the first one to look her way.”

Her father laughed.

Wearing a frown, Sage inquired, “What’s so funny?”

“Well, you have been bemoaning your state of singleness lately.”

“I wouldn’t say that I was desperate,” she replied curtly. “Besides, there’s nothing wrong with me wanting to get married and raise a family.”

“This is true,” Malcolm stated. “Your mother and I want that for you, as well. Perhaps we should post some type of bonus or something.”

Sage’s mouth dropped open in surprise. “If a man has to be paid to marry me then I don’t want him.”

Barbara laughed. “Stop teasing your daughter.”

Sage folded her arms across her chest. “That’s really not funny, Daddy.”

Malcolm reached over and took Sage’s hand, giving it a loving squeeze. “I’m sorry, sweetie. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“I know you didn’t, but you’re right,” she admitted. “My singleness is beginning to bother me. I can’t deny that I want a husband and a family, but I’m not desperate or anything. I’m just ready for marriage. I’m tired of dating and the relationship goes nowhere.”

“I have a feeling that you are going to meet the man of your dreams soon,” Barbara told her.

Sage smiled. “Mama, you were always a romantic.”

She picked up her menu, scanning the entrées. “I’m in the mood for seafood today.”

“So am I,” Malcolm responded. “I think I’m going to have the grilled tilapia.”

“That sounds delicious,” Sage murmured. “Mama, what are you ordering?”

“I think I’ll have the grilled chicken and ravioli.”

“I’m going to order the tilapia,” Sage decided aloud. She glanced toward the restaurant entrance and said, “It’s about time those two showed up.”

Ari and Natasha made their way over to the table and sat down.

“Hey,” Ari greeted. “Sorry we’re late. Natasha’s meeting ran longer than we expected.”

Natasha nodded in agreement. “It’s my fault.”

“We haven’t ordered yet,” Malcolm stated, “so you’re just in time.”

The waiter arrived a few minutes later to take their orders.

“So where are you two with the wedding plans?” Barbara inquired after he walked away from their table. “Have you narrowed down where you want to have the wedding ceremony?”

Natasha smiled and nodded. “We’d like to have the wedding at the house. Ari and I feel this is the perfect place to begin our life together as husband and wife.”

Barbara gave a slight nod of approval. “I think it’s a wonderful idea.”

Sage agreed. She was absolutely thrilled for Ari, but there was a part of this that highlighted the fact that there was no man present in her life. It wasn’t the lack of male companionship literally, because she was constantly approached by celebrities, business professionals, athletes and even a couple of college students.

However, Sage was very selective and cautious when it came to relationships because of a bad experience she went through in college—something that still haunted her from time to time. She was determined that no other man would ever deceive her again.

* * *

Sage thought about the homeless man from the day before. She had not been able to forget about him. It was the expression that was on his face—the one that said although his circumstances looked as if he was past hope, he was still optimistic about life.

Impulsively, Sage headed toward the lobby exit. She walked outside, her eyes surveying the surroundings. A way of relief swept through Sage upon seeing him.

What am I doing?

She didn’t wait for the answer. Instead, Sage inhaled deeply and then exhaled slowly before approaching him.

“I thought you might be out here,” she said. “My name is Sage. What’s yours?”

“Ryan,” he responded. “Ryan Manning.”

“I hope that you were able to enjoy a hot meal and a clean bed. I know that the shelters are overflowing, and they can’t accommodate everyone.”

“Yes. Thank you for the money. I can’t tell you how much it helped.”

She smiled. “I’m glad I could help you in some small way.” Sage paused a moment before continuing. “Actually, I would like to try and really help you, Ryan. I can’t explain it, but my gut instinct tells me it’s something I should do.”

Ryan’s eyes widened in surprise, but he remained silent.

Sage was well aware of the curious glances and stares she was receiving from people all around them, including the hotel employees, but she didn’t care. She had to do what was in her heart.

“I hope I won’t offend or embarrass you by this question, but when was the last time you had a bath and some clean clothes?”

He gave a slight shrug. “It’s been a few days.”

“Well, we’re going to change that right now,” Sage stated. “I want you to come with me.”

She couldn’t remember the last time she had acted so impulsively, but it was too late to turn back now. Sage had always trusted her instincts; this time would be no different.