Chapter 3

“I only told you about nine times while you were on the phone to Australia,” Martin said.

“It doesn’t really matter. Since I chartered the plane I suppose it has to wait for us,” he said. “So what does our weekend look like?”

“We have a late lunch today with Buchanan Jr., then drinks with Buchanan Jr. and his wife in the evening. I suspect it’s his wife who will be making most of the architectural decisions for the house. He’s just humoring her at this point,” Martin said. He sounded all business to Andrew, and it was usually alright, but this weekend he had planned to see where things could go with them. It was something about the blond hair and fair skin that kept drawing him in…the contrast it would make against his darkness…and knowing whether the carpet matched the drapes.

“Tomorrow we’re lunching with Buchanan Sr., who will actually be bankrolling the entire project. We also have an earlier appointment with the real estate agent who sold them the plot in Dallas…”