Saint (The Buck Boys Heroes #3) Read Online Deborah Bladon

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Buck Boys Heroes Series by Deborah Bladon
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Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 65239 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
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“That’s what I always say.” She pats his forearm. “I’m going to mix us some drinks. Why don’t you entertain Calliope while I do that?”

With one last lingering look at the bouquet of flowers in the vase in the middle of the dining room table, she starts toward the kitchen.

Sean turns to look at me. “Your brother seems nice.”

I’m still surprised that he hasn’t met Zeke before. “He is nice. My other brother, Grady, is nice too.”

Dropping his gaze to my bare legs, he nods. “Maybe I’ll meet him someday.”

“You met him already.”

He shakes his head. “I can’t say that I have.”

“He’s your next-door neighbor,” I point out.

“You’re my next-door neighbor,” he counters with a smile.

“I’m staying in Grady’s apartment while he’s working out of state,” I explain. “He’s lived in that apartment for almost a year. You must have met him at some point.”

His chin lifts. “Tall guy? Brown hair? Looks nothing like you?”

All of that is true, so I nod. “That’s him.”

“I’ve seen him, but we’ve never met.”

“Why not?”

He laughs. “He’s never around. I don’t know what your brother does for a living, but I think I’ve passed him in the lobby twice.”

That’s not surprising at all. Grady’s job sucks up all of his time. Before he left New York, I only saw him when he’d stop in the bar for a drink. That was a rare occurrence.

“He works too much,” I mutter.

“Don’t we all?” Sean chuckles. “I need to give you a heads-up. Mr. Durkman is an asshole. His wife is a sweetheart, though, so you focus on her. I’ll handle her husband.”

I plant both hands on my hips and step closer to where Sean is standing near the dining room table. “I have no trouble dealing with assholes.”

“I know how you deal with assholes.” He rubs his jaw. “You’re not calling the police on old Durkman tonight, Champ. Don’t ruin Mrs. Sweeney’s party the way you ruined mine.”

I hold in a smile. “Did you just admit that you’re an asshole?”

A loud series of raps at Mrs. Sweeney’s apartment door sends Sean in that direction. “Here we go. Consider this your initiation to the building, Calliope. You’ll thank me later for keeping Durkman occupied.”

“You seem sure of yourself.”

He glances back at me. “I am.”

I’ve had to bite my tongue at least ten times since Mrs. Sweeney served up tuna casserole with cheese biscuits on the side.

Surprisingly, it was a delicious meal.

At least, I thought it was.

Mr. Durkman was less complimentary.

He complained about the size of the tuna chunks, the type of noodles, the sauce it was swimming in, and the texture of the biscuits, among other things.

Each time he opened his mouth to insult Mrs. Sweeney’s culinary skills, Sean put him in his place.

He didn’t tell him to shut the hell up or to get out.

Instead, my boss pointed out that Mr. Durkman helped himself to seconds of everything. Then, Sean proceeded to shower Mrs. Durkman with compliments.

The gray-haired man wasn’t fond of watching a much younger man flirt with his wife.

It was entertaining, but I’m ready to call it a night.

I’m still exhausted after spending half of last night pissed at my neighbor.

I glance in his direction to find him staring at me.

“I made chocolate pudding for dessert,” Mrs. Sweeney announces as she pushes back from the table to stand. “I’ll go get that.”

“Is it homemade, or did you use an instant box mix?” Mr. Durkman questions.

All eyes shoot in his direction.

Unable to keep my opinion to myself a moment longer, I clear my throat. “Does it matter? Tonight isn’t about the delicious meal, although it was incredibly kind of Mrs. Sweeney to prepare everything. Tonight is about community. We should all be grateful that we’re here together.”

I toned that down, but it conveys the message I want grumpy Mr. Durkman to receive.

“I’m damn grateful,” Sean backs me up. “I’m so fucking grateful that I say we do this again next week. Same day. Same time, but I’ll cook for everyone. What do you all say?”

Mrs. Sweeney and Mrs. Durkman agree immediately.

Mr. Durkman narrows his eyes behind his glasses. “What are you cooking?”

“Whatever it is, we all know you’re going to eat it,” Sean says. “You’re responsible for dessert, so make it a good one.”

A grin creeps over Mr. Durkman’s lips for the first time tonight. “I’ll agree to that.”

Sean turns to look at me. “Are you in, Calliope? All you need to bring is that winning smile.”

I gaze around the table. I don’t know how I became a member of this dinner club, but it can’t hurt to get to know my temporary neighbors better.

Although, the idea of getting to know Sean better is as exciting as it is terrifying.

“I’m in,” I whisper. “I’ll be there.”

Chapter Twelve

Sean

When I conjured up the idea of giving my neighbor a ride to work every day, I forgot about the ass factor.


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