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help you. Let go of all the stress and let me figure it out.”
    You do get it . “Maybe I don’t get you,” she said. “Where I come from people don’t just hand you a credit card, move you into a mansion, give you a convertible, and say they’re going to take care of you.” Not without a price. “What’s your motivation?”
    “You.” He smiled before walking out of the room and down the hall to his study.
    Me? She grinned as she picked up her laptop. That was all the motivation she needed.
     
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    Beer, pizza, wings, and the company of a gorgeous woman. Chase couldn’t remember the last time he’d spent such a relaxing Friday night. “Have another slice.” He pushed the box toward her.
    “No way.” She patted her tummy and snickered. He liked the way it sounded. “I can’t eat anything else.” She finished her glass of water before she started clearing the table.
    “Leave it,” he said. “I’ll get it later.”
    “I don’t mind cleaning up. I sort of feel bad when May cleans up after me. She’s very efficient.”
    “She loves it.” He smiled. “She likes having you here. She says you’re much neater than me.”
    “Has she been with you long?”
    “My whole life.”
    “Really?”
    “She worked for my family and when I built this place, my mother sent her with me.” He was grateful to have his childhood housekeeper working for him. “She looks after me. I’d be lost without her.”
    “She adores you.” Tessa rested her feet on the chair and wrapped her arms around her legs giving him a nice view of her ass cheeks that insisted on peeking out of the bottoms of her shorts. “She’s always going on about what a good man you are. Now I get what she meant when she says you turned out just fine. She’s known you forever.”
    “Yeah, she was around when I went through my rebellious stage.” Chase sipped his beer. “She wasn’t too pleased with me back then.”
    “Is that when you ended up with my dad?”
    He didn’t recall that time in his life often. It was painful because his father had just died and he’d given his mother so much trouble. He was an only child. Spoiled, privileged and out of control.
    “What did my father do for you that you think you owe him so much?”
    “If not for your dad setting me straight, I would have really screwed my life up. He worked me hard those summers at the cabin. Kept me away from some bad influences.”
    “He knew your mom?”
    “They went to school together but lost touch after she married my dad.” He remembered the year Pat came to work for his family. He did odd jobs around the estate. “Shortly after my father died, my mother hired your dad to work on our property. He maintained the landscaping and did some other odds and ends for her.”
    “My dad could always find work.”
    “He’s a good man. I remember him always telling me how important it is to provide for family.”
    “How did you end up coming to stay at the cabin?”
    “I was hanging with the wrong crowd. I was really out of control. By the time that summer started, I’d already been kicked out of two prep schools.”
    “Rich people problems.” She rolled her eyes.
    “I guess, but I experimented with drugs and alcohol too. My mom was going through so much and your dad offered to have me spend that first summer with your family. You were a baby. Every time I see a little girl with red hair I think of you.”
    “That’s sweet, but I don’t remember you.”
    “You were young but I did spend three summers with your family. He encouraged me to pursue architecture. I would sketch at night while we sat by the fire. You and your mom would hang out with us for a bit before she took you to get a bath and put you to bed.”
    “We continued to go there every summer until I was twelve then we had to sell.” Disappointment settled in her eyes. “I loved that place.”
    “The property was incredible. That’s prime real estate today. I wonder who owns it?”
    “The