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Prologue

Rhett

“You’re at the office?” roaned over the speakerphone I could practically see the exasperated frown on his face “It’s six in the ”

“I’ve got shit to do,” I grunted

“Were you there all night?” His tone was knowing rather than suspicious He knew me a little too well We weren't just brothers; ere fraternal twins

Ih my tone when I asked, “What do you want?”

“Rhett, bro You are forty-fucking-years old, a real estate ul worth billions with an army of employees Why the fuck do you work twelve hours a day, seven days a week?”

We’d had this argunify his question with an answer

“You need a woman”

I scoffed and rolled h he couldn’t see the action

“Don’t roll your eyes, Rhett,” he groused

So was a pain in the ass “Take your own advice, Noah,” I goaded, echoing his superior yet petulant tone

“Hey, no one can do what I do You’ve got lackeys for your shit,” he defended

He had a s to adeon and scientist He’d been the catalyst for soical tools that decreased the ery to less than twenty-five percent Still, it wasn’t like he spent his ti