As the taxi pulled to a stop in front of the sprawling monstrosity his brother called home, Dex Messina pinched the bridge of his nose. Man, he was tired.
He was getting too old for this. He'd just spent a week in Antwerp working sixteen hour days getting ready for the opening of Messina Diamonds' new diamond cutting branch. On top of that, the seventeen hour flight from Belgium—complete with a six hour delay in New York—had taken its toll.
"This the place?" the cabbie asked from the front seat.
"Home sweet home."
Since the renovations on his own urban loft had hit yet another snag, Dex was living with his brother, Derek, a situation that suited neither of them and had been going on far too long. Only the amount of time Dex spent out of the country and the fact that he stayed in the detached guest house made it bearable.
Dex handed the driver a fifty, pulled his bag from the seat beside him and climbed out of the car. He swung the rugged canva ...
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