His Queen of Hearts
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His younger brother, Trey, had gone against all odds and turned their childhood home into a dude ranch. Dev hadn’t been crazy about the idea, and Chace, the oldest, had been dead set against it in the beginning. But by all reports, they were doing well.
“No one can run the Devil’s Den like you can,” Shirley said, breaking into his thoughts.
“I appreciate your loyalty, Shirley, and that’s why I’m being particular about the buyer.”
“He may not have a staff to work with, once you’re gone.”
“That’s why I told all of you that I was considering the sale.” Dev rubbed at his right eye, thinking of the handful of people who’d jumped ship at the news. He’d been afraid he’d lose more than half of his employees, but he hadn’t counted on how loyal they’d been. Many of them, like Shirley and Greg, had become a surrogate family to him. But he wanted his real family, if they’d have him.
He stood and circled the desk, stopping in front of her. “I won’t sell it to anyone who’d be a hard taskmaster. You know that.”
“Yes, I do.” She pulled a tissue from her pocket, sniffed as she dabbed at her eyes and rose to her feet. “It’s just…well, it’s like you’re divorcing us or something.”
Dev chuckled and guided her to the door. “I’ll have to remember to demand visitation.”
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