Spy on Love ~ A Florida Families Romantic Suspense by Dellani Oakes Part 11

Crystal, David and his mother also opted for a rest. Mark and Lucy had gone home the night before. They’d left Isabelle behind so she could take the burden of company from Aubra.

“Have a good time,” Aubra said. “It will be good having you close by.” She hugged him, kissing his cheek.

True to her word, Stacy was at the house exactly an hour after she ended her call with Brick. Colleen sat in back and he hopped in front. Colleen had changed to a lightweight summer frock. The tiers of ruffles cascaded in shades of blue and green, like the waves of the ocean. Her hair was down again. She wore low heeled sandals and he wondered how well she could run in them. He also wondered if she was armed. He didn’t see a gun, which could mean a thigh holster. The idea made him uncomfortable as he thought of the weapon warm from her skin, nestling near her….

“Brick!”Colleen said from behind him.

He had the impression it wasn’t the first time she’d spoken. “Sorry. Haven’t been sleeping real well.”

“We really are going to look at a few places,” Stacy said. “If you want to relocate as you say, we should honestly pursue this.”

“Yes, good plan.”

“Price range?”

“Not really an issue,” Brick replied. “Show me what you’ve got, I’ll let you know if I can afford it or not.”

“Okay. There are townhouses here on the golf course,” she began.

“We can look if you’re really set on it, but I’m not a golfer and buy in at the club is fifteen thousand. I’m not interested in paying that if I’m not using the course.”

“Okay, then we’ll scratch those. There are some nice houses in the nearby communities. A couple two bedroom ones that aren’t too big and quite comfortable.”

“Sounds like a good starting point.” He shifted in his seat. “Let’s rock.”

They headed out of the complex, following the winding roads to the entrance.

“This community isn’t walled, is it?” Colleen asked. “I’ve seen it before, but can’t remember.”

“Yes, but it’s not a security wall. The guards at the gate aren’t armed and they don’t even have barricades. That’s why you were at the house, giving it a once over.”

“It’s not the most secure location.”

He had to agree, but didn’t have anything helpful to offer. He did wonder why they were concerned with security, but didn’t broach the subject yet. He had at least two hours in their company. He’d bring it up later.

They pulled up to a comfortable house in one of the closed communities that was back to back with the golf course, separated by a low wall. The house was seashell pink with pale green trim. Brick wasn’t sure he liked it. It was the kind of thing that Danae would have loved, but his tastes weren’t quite that feminine. Dubious, he allowed the women to coerce him inside. The interior was equally feminine. He wandered around politely, but Stacy could tell he wasn’t all that interested.

“It’s nice and all, but I feel like I should be hosting a party where we sip chai tea and talk about our periods.” Brick shuddered.

The next house, in another community, wasn’t as feminine, but wasn’t to his taste either. After looking it over, he stood in the living room, legs spread, arms crossed over his chest.

“Lemme tell ya what I don’t want,” he said. “This here.” He made circular motions with his right hand. “Not this. That other place—hell no. Either something ridiculously modern or something old fashioned. This golf course chic or kitschy—shit….” He shook his head, gesturing around himself at the home’s interior. “No. Just—no.” He strutted out.

Colleen and Stacy watched his departing form, eyes lingering on his well tone ass. Stacy raised an eyebrow.

“Yum!”

“No kidding! He kissed me earlier.”

“No, he didn’t! Oh, my God, was it wonderful?”

“It was worth doing again, that’s for sure.”

“Makes me wish I were single.”

They left the house, locking it behind them. Brick was on the phone, leaning against the car, legs crossed at the ankles. His long, lean body was relaxed and casual. A soft smile tugged at his lips.

“Charlie, I can’t do that right now. Go to the house and get it.” He paused, listening. “Cause I’m still in Florida. I told you that before I left. I gotta go. Bye now. Love you!” He put the phone in his pocket. “My youngest. Most helpless child on the face of the earth.” He laughed.

“How old is Charlie?”

“She’ll be nineteen next month. Looks just like her mother.” His smile faded slightly. “The kids didn’t want to come to the funeral.” He swallowed hard. “Too much death. I don’t blame them. If I could have avoided this, I wouldn’t be here either.” He cleared his throat. “Let’s get this circus on the road,” he commanded.

The next place Stacy showed him was a condo downtown. On Riverside Drive, it was right at the end of Canal Street. It overlooked the river with a fine view of the mangrove trees. An older building, it was substantially built. Brick liked the austere lines and no nonsense approach to the architecture.

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