Page 78 of Single Malt Drama

“Absolutely. Who knows what else she might remember.” The tinkling of ice cubes against glass filled the line.

“If we’re done here…” I stood and stretched.

“Cool your jets.” He chuckled. “Is it me, or are the companies we’ve put on the market selling faster than normal?”

“They are.” I’d meant to send him an email expressing my concerns about that very subject, but my wife’s boobs had distracted me. “Even the property in freaking North Dakota went at full price.”

“You’re looking into it?” Gabe asked.

“Two steps ahead of you, bro.” While I’d spent hours researching the sales, but the buyers had covered their tracks. “I’ll have something to you as soon as possible.”

“Thanks. Enjoy the honeymoon.” His voice softened. “And Nico, welcome to the family.”