The Negotiator (Professionals, #7) - Jessica Gadziala Page 0,44
though every part of me knew things were only going to get more and more complicated if I didn't keep firm boundary lines in place.
Just as we were stepping onto the deck, the front door burst open, bringing out a trio of yipping dogs, and a short, stout man with a charmingly balding head and hangover waistline.
"There you are!" he said, arms raised, making a beeline for Christopher. And, I kid you not, reaching for his cheeks, pulling him down, and air kissing both his cheeks.
There was no stopping the smile that spread across my face, even as the slight flush crept across Christopher's. Because, really, who in their right mind grabbed the face of a crime lord and kissed their cheeks? It was amazing. And the fact that Christopher was so clearly thrown off and embarrassed by it made it all the better. "This," the man said, looking at me, "this is a good man, yes?"
"I, ah, yeah," I agreed, nodding. I wanted to claim it was because I was put on the spot. But there wasn't really much debating the matter, was there? He was a good man. A man who would go to any lengths to save his brother, who defended those in his care, who treated his employees with respect, who made sure you were as comfortable as possible while in his home? Those were traits of good men.
As for keeping me a bit against my will? Well, I had to admit, it was a move I probably could have seen one of the guys at my work doing if they thought it was the only way to get what they needed, or to protect their women. And if I wouldn't fault them for doing it, it was hard for me to continue finding fault in Christopher for doing the same thing.
"This is Antony. Antony, this is Miss Miller," Christopher supplied.
"Nice to, ah, meet you," Antony said, giving me a warm smile.
Assuming he was the previous owner, I gave the place another scan, then gave him a smile. "This is a beautiful home," I told him.
"Oh, thank you, thank you. It was not so nice when Christopher here came in. He made it very nice again."
"Antony, I told you that you didn't need to come all the way up here," Christopher said. "This was very out of your way," he added.
"Oh, no. No problem. I bring my daughter. She is getting the house ready for guests."
"That wasn't necessary," Christopher told him. "But I appreciate it."
"We had to make it nice," Antony insisted. "Oh, is this little Alexander?" he gushed, rushing over toward him, making Alexander's eyes go huge as the man hugged and kissed him like old friends.
"The last time we were here, Alexander was only about nine," Christopher explained.
"You have a house like this, and you haven't come here in six years?"
"I've been busy," he said, shrugging. "And it is best to keep this as secret as possible. You can't do that if you holiday here every summer."
That was fair. Even if it was a shame.
"He must come here often," I said, moving away from Christopher, checking out the plants on the deck. Among the spices, there were hardy tomato plants with big red fruit, zucchini, various greens, eggplant, and beans.
"He's fond of the place. He likely stays here on occasion. But he has kept on a small staff of grounds keepers to keep the place from becoming too overgrown."
"I understand his fondness. This is a little oasis," I admitted. That was a bit flowery for me to say, but it was true nonetheless. I could absolutely see this place functioning as a wellness retreat. Guests who stood on this porch and looked at the view I was looking at must have been able to take their first full, deep breath in a long time, breathing in nothing but clean air and the earthy smell of trees and plants.
"I'm glad you like it," he said, moving in beside me. "We might be here a while," he added.
"You're worried about the rest of your men," I concluded.
"If I had been able to overlook Niko's treachery, I don't feel confident that I have, what is the word..."
"Vetted," I suggested.
"Yes, vetted, all my men properly."
"How are you going to do that from here?" I asked, brows furrowing.
"I have outsourced that particular problem," he told me.
"Who did you hire?" I asked. "I probably know him. All us problem-solvers tend to run in the same circles."