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Chapter 5

Warren parked his car next to Jackson’s truck. There were also a few cars he didn’t recognize.

Jackson looked up as he approached. “Must not have gone too bad.”

“It went all right.”

“No battle scars, head still intact, proof that she didn’t bite it off.”

Warren grinned. “She wanted to.”

Richard walked up, having heard the last exchange. “A hellion, that one. I sure would like to tame her.”

“You won’t have time for that,” Warren retorted, harsher than he’d intended. “I want this house finished as soon as possible, eight weeks tops. That includes the guest houses.” He turned to Jackson. “Still think we can meet that deadline?”

“For the right price, anything is possible. Especially in this economy. There are plenty of men looking for work and workers love nothing better than overtime pay.”

“I want you to get the size of crew you need to deliver within that time frame. Life will be easier if I’m living here during at least part of the harvesting of the first crop. Just run the numbers by me.”

Jackson nodded. “Will do.” He looked at Richard. “I left the roll of blueprints down by where the pool is going to be. Do you think you can go and bring it up for me?”

“Sure, man,” Richard responded. He gave Warren a quick, unreadable look, then turned and left.

Jackson watched after him, his eyes narrowed in thought. “What’s his story?”

“Richard is an old friend from New Orleans. Made some bad choices that landed him in prison. Our families are close—he became almost like a brother after my grandfather became his mentor. Practically lived at his home, became real close to my grandmother and later my mom. She talked me into helping him get a fresh start. Hard to land a job with a felony on your résumé.”

“What’d he do?”

“Sold drugs. Made a lot of money, too. I think the feds took most of it.”

“Easy come, easy go.”

“Exactly.”

“You trust him?”

Warren’s head shot up. “Yes. Why?”

“I don’t know. Something about his eyes.”

“Richard is always running game, but he’s cool overall.”

Jackson’s look showed he was not convinced. “You remember where I grew up, right? South Central L.A., where our playground was the streets. Brothers like him, who thought they were smarter, shrewder and more clever than the rest, were a dime a dozen and easy to spot. If I were you, I’d keep an eye out.”

Warren nodded. “Think you’ll have enough work to keep him busy?”

“I’ll have enough work to keep his mind off of that fine filly who’s got your nose wide open.”

“Charli’s easy on the eyes, I’ll give her that. Not my type, though. Too mannish, too much attitude. I like women who enjoy being women, know what I’m saying?”

“Sure, War. If you say so.”

“I say so,” Warren said firmly, then quickly changed the subject. “Where’s Diamond?”

“Probably buying up half of San Francisco. But I’d better get busy. She wants me to try out some swanky restaurant tonight. Our reservations are at eight and she threatened to hold out on the nooky if I’m late.”

“Then by all means...let me leave you to your work.”

Warren began walking toward the stables, noting that as Richard brought up the blueprints that Jackson wanted, he kept looking in the direction of Charli’s place.

You trust him? Something about his eyes.

He’d given Jackson ready answers but in hindsight the question gave him pause. True, he’d known Richard for years, but people could change. He’d heard of more than one man who’d come back from prison a different man. So far, Richard acted like his old self. Warren would be paying close attention to make sure he stayed that way.