âYouâre obsessed.â Travis King looked at his older brother and smiled. âAnd not in a good way.â
âI agree,â Jackson King said, with a shake of his head. âWhy is this so important to you anyway?â
Adam King looked from one of his brothers to the other and paused for a few seconds before answering them. When he did, he used the tone he usually reserved for his employeesâthe tone that precluded arguments. âWe agreed when we took over the reins of the family businesses from Dad that weâd each be in charge of our own areas.â
Then he waited, because Adam knew his brothers werenât finished. Every month, the King brothers held a meeting. Theyâd get together either here at the family ranch, at the vineyard Travis operated or on one of the executive jets Jackson owned and leased to the mega-wealthy of the world.
The King family had holdings in so many different areas, the monthly meetings helped the brothers keep up with what the tangled lines of the King dynasty were up to at any given moment. But it also gave the brothers a chance to catch up on each otherâs lives. Even if sometimes, Adam thought, that meant putting up with interferenceâno matter how well meant.
Picking up his Waterford crystal tumbler of brandy, he swirled the amber liquid in the bottom of the glass and watched the firelight from the hearth wink in its depths. He knew it wouldnât take long to get a comment from his brothers and he silently bet himself that it would be Travis who spoke first. A moment later, he was proven right.
âYeah, Adam, we each run our own areas,â Travis said, taking a deep sip of a King Vineyard Merlot. Travis preferred drinking the wines his vineyard produced to the brandy Adam enjoyed. He shot a look at Jackson, who nodded at him. âThat doesnât mean we wonât have a question or two.â
âHave all the questions you like,â Adam told him. He stood up, walked to the massive stone hearth and stared down into the crackling fire. âJust donât expect me to answer them.â
Jackson spoke up as if to head off a budding confrontation. Holding his glass of Irish whiskey, he said, âWeâre not saying that the ranch isnât yours to do with as you want, Adam. Weâre only trying to figure out why it means so damn much to you to get back every inch of land we used to hold.â
Adam turned his back on the fireplace, looked at his brothers and felt that tight bond theyâd always shared. Only a year separated each of them and the friendship theyâd formed when they were kids was every bit as strong now. But that didnât mean he was going to explain his every move to them. He was still the oldest, and Adam King didnât do explanations.
âThe ranch is mine,â he said simply. âIf I want to make it whole again, why should you care?â
âWe donât,â Travis said, speaking up before Jackson could. Leaning back in the maroon leather chair, he kicked his feet out in front of him, balanced the fragile wineglass on his flat stomach and looked at Adam through slitted eyes. âI just want to know why you care. Hell, Adam, Great-Grandpa King sold off that twenty-acre parcel to the Torinos nearly sixty years ago. We already own nearly half the county. Whyâs that twenty acre plot so important?â
Because heâd set out to do this and Adam had never given up on anything. Once heâd made up his mind to do something, it got done, come hell or high water. He glanced from his brothers to the wide front windows overlooking a stretch of neatly tended lawn and garden that stretched for almost a quarter of a mile before feeding into the road.
This ranch had always been important to him. But in the last five years, it had become everything to him and damned if heâd stop before it was complete again.
Outside, the night was thick and black, broken only by tiny puddles of decorative lights positioned along the wide, curved driveway. This was his home. Their home. And he was going to see to it that it was once again completely in King hands.
âBecause itâs the last missing piece,â Adam said, thinking of the last five years. Years that heâd spent buying back every piece of land that had been in the original King land grant more than a hundred and fifty years ago.