Sucker Punch (First Fangs Club #3) - Kristen Painter Page 0,79
a second.” Charlie turned to her computer and started typing. A new website popped up. “There’s a three-bedroom on the sixth floor. A studio on the third. And an executive suite on the eleventh floor. That’s also the most expensive, but it’s the only one that could be linked to our two floors by elevator. If that’s what you were thinking.”
“What’s an executive suite? And how expensive are we talking?”
“It’s a three-bedroom, but also has a conference room and office space. Kind of like a mini version of the penthouse. Closer to what we have downstairs, but a little smaller. Price is three point five.”
“You mean million, right?” What else would it be?
Charlie laughed. “Yes, I mean million.”
“Do we have that in the budget?”
“We do. Are you considering adding that to the governor’s holdings?”
“I am. Is that crazy?”
“Not at all. We could use the space.”
“I know Neo wants to move out of the city.”
Charlie’s smile was sly and knowing. “You thinking about offering her the space?”
“Well, not the whole thing. But maybe she and Temo could take it over? Then Rixaline could move downstairs with you.”
“That would give you and Cammie some more privacy.”
Donna nodded. “I don’t think my sister is finding the transition all that easy.”
“I’m sure it’s been tough. She’s probably grieving the loss of the life she’s always known. And until she gets through that, finding happiness in her current reality might be tough. Even though she’s got you close by.”
“Exactly.”
“You want me to set up a viewing of the executive suite?”
“Yes. Tomorrow, if possible.”
“I’ll send an email right now.” Her smile broadened. “Then Fitzhugh won’t be the only one with three floors.”
Donna stood up. “I swear that has nothing to do with it.”
“I know.” Charlie was still chuckling, though.
“I’m going to get something to eat. Pierce in his room?”
“No, he and Temo went to play racquetball, but they should be back soon since you have that meeting with Ishalan.”
“Okay, thanks.”
“You got it.”
Donna went back to the kitchen and cut herself a piece of caramel apple crumb pie. It wasn’t the most nutritious thing to start her day with, but sometimes comfort eating was more important than fiber and vitamins. Besides, it was partially fruit, which was totally healthy.
As she sat down to eat at the breakfast bar, Cammie came in, dressed head to toe in black except for her chain mail shirt, which seemed to have been turned inside out to hide the Venari cross. She had a leather bag slung over one shoulder, her crossbow on her back, and her sword at her hip. “You’re not going to believe this.”
Donna’s fork stopped halfway to her mouth. If this was more bad news, she was going to lose it. “I’m almost afraid to ask. What won’t I believe?”
Chapter Twenty-seven
Cammie dropped her bag at her feet. “I answered an ad for a demon removal and got the job. It’s in Queens, so it’s not even that far. And the pay is good. More than enough for first and last month’s deposit on a place.”
“Demon removal? You can do that?”
“Absolutely. Been doing it for years.”
“Wow, that’s amazing. But makes sense, I guess. What’s in the bag? Holy water?”
Cammie arched her brows. “Among other things.”
“I’m happy you got a job and that it pays well.” Donna was, genuinely. “But I really don’t want you to move out. Please. I know it’s a little crazy here, but things will calm down soon.” She prayed that was true. “And I like having you around. Living in the convent made you pretty inaccessible at times. Maybe that’s selfish of me, but there you are.”
Cammie leaned against the counter, took the fork out of Donna’s hand, and ate the bite of pie herself. She swallowed with a big smile on her face. “Well, if you’re going to have pie like this around, I guess I could stay for a while.”
“Yeah?”
Cammie helped herself to another bite of Donna’s pie. “Yeah. I’ll be back as soon as the job is done. Don’t wait up.”
“Be safe.”
“I will.” She picked up her leather bag and turned toward the door.
“Hey, how are you getting there?”
“Public transport, why?”
“You have your driver’s license, right? Take one of the SUVs. Temo can give you the keys.”
“I don’t know…”
“I do. If you need a fast getaway, you can’t be waiting for a bus.”
“If the job goes right, I won’t—”
“Just take the car.”
Cammie smiled. “Okay, I will. Thank you.” She shifted directions toward the stairs that led to the apartment below.