Rubi stepped into the grand house overlooking the canyons of the Hollywood Hills—the ninth house Jax and Lexi had looked at buying over the last two weeks. Jax and Lexi were either alone in the house or one of them had brought the Realtor because only Jax’s truck and Lexi’s BMW—the one Jax had recently bought for her—sat in the driveway. But the house was quiet, as if it were empty.
She glanced around the foyer and the open living room beyond. Jax sure knew how to pick ’em. This was a showplace with marble floors, soaring ceilings, thick cream carpet, and French doors lining the walls, leading out onto a deck looking out over all of Hollywood and Los Angeles beyond.
She slid her hand over an ornate iron railing. Instead of vertical bars, the railing was a series of scrolls and curls. Truly magnificent set against all the light—cream carpet, light marble, white walls. The iron circled a huge hole in the floor with a peaked skylight above, and guided a spiraling staircase down to…one, two, three…lower floors. And centered on the floor at the bottom of the stairway, a gorgeous terrazzo tile design.
Rubi whistled softly between her teeth. “Definitely makes a statement. ”
The sheer beauty of the house smoothed some of Rubi’s rough edges this morning. She was having that dreaded buyer’s remorse over sex with Wes, even though, logically, she knew the emotions were ridiculous. Even though she knew if she could go back in time and make different decisions, she wouldn’t. She would do exactly what she’d done with him last night all over again.
Her mouth tipped up when she remembered the note on her windshield this morning:
I CAN DIE HAPPY NOW.
But mixed emotions tumbled through her head and heart.
She let the stunning home distract her from the irrational thoughts that would tear her in half if she allowed.
This place was so fabulous, it tempted her toward the idea of buying a home of her own. And a familiar frustration closed in when she thought of her current home. She wouldn’t give up that house even for something as spectacular as this one. She’d discovered she really needed to live near the water. It centered her. Grounded her. Calmed her. Soothed her in some intangible, indescribable way.
Rubi leaned over the railing and listened but heard nothing, so she started down a wide hallway. She passed an open library, a half bath, a huge guest suite…and heard Jax’s voice.
She wandered that way, admiring all the gorgeous detail in the house. The place felt like Lexi—elegant but simple. Extravagant but understated. Classy.
Following Jax’s voice, Rubi strolled through a truly magnificent office. Through the French doors at the end, she saw Lexi and Jax standing out on the terrace, Lexi in one of the sophisticated dresses she always wore at work—her own designs, of course—and pumps, her hair coiled into a sleek twist. Jax was in his worn jeans, biker boots, and leather jacket. The sight made Rubi grin. It also made her go a little gooey inside. As much as she missed Lexi, as much as not seeing her every day, not being her confidante anymore, left part of Rubi lonely, she wouldn’t want it any other way. Jax was so good to her. He loved her so much. They were so perfect together.
“I’m loving what we’ve got going here, baby. ”
Wes’s words shot an extra jolt of emotion through her chest. That had been the most amazing sex she’d had in…a really, really long time. But it wasn’t just the sex that kept him on her mind constantly. It was him.
She shook her head, trying to push it out of her mind, and ran her hand along the decorative molding covering the edge of the floor-to-ceiling bookcases. She glanced at the huge wraparound desk, the plush desk chair similar to the chairs Lexi had in her studio for customers.
Outside, Lexi had her hands wrapped around the top of an iron railing remarkably similar to the stunner in the foyer and Jax stood behind her, his hands flanking hers as they looked out at the view.
“It’s only seven miles from your studio,” Jax said, his deep voice rising with hope. “Twenty minutes at the most, even in traffic. ”
That was a huge improvement over the drive Lexi had been making to Malibu—forty-five minutes even with no traffic. And they did live in Los Angeles, after all. There was always traffic. Rubi knew the time Lexi wasted in the car had hurt her productivity at work, and it was really stressing her out. More stress on top of trying to manage a new line of lingerie and hiring new employees.
“You like this one the best out of everything we’ve seen,” Jax said, resting his chin on the top of her head. “I can tell. You can see the Los Angeles skyline from the deck off the main living room. And I’ve already gotten an estimate on what it would cost to make the pool into an infinite edge. We can look out over that view day or night from the water. ”
“This is…” Lexi started, then paused. “Insane, Jax. Six million dollars? I can’t even fathom—” Anxiety bubbled in her voice. “I’ve been thinking about this, and I’m not sure it’s such a great time to buy. With what’s happening on the set, if Bolton falls through and they have to hire another actor, reshoot the first half of the movie—”
“Baby, that’s money for Renegades, not me personally, not us,” Jax reassured her. “This place is worth nearly twice what they’re asking. If it weren’t in foreclosure, it would go for ten million. In a few more years, it will be worth fifteen. We don’t have to stay here forever. Look at it as an investment I’d miss out on if it weren’t for you. ”
Okay, seriously, Rubi couldn’t love that man for Lexi any more than she already did. Which was why she kept her distance and gave them room to grow.
Jax released the railing and slid his arms around Lexi’s waist. “I know this must feel overwhelming coming from a lunch bag…”
Lexi laughed and elbowed him at the same time, making Rubi smile. “My loft may be the size—”
“And shape,” he added.
“—of a lunch bag, but it’s an affordable lunch bag. ”
“Affordability is relative. This house is very affordable for me. You’d feel better if you’d let me tell you about my finances. ”
“No. ” Lexi shook her head. “No, no, no. This is hard enough without knowing all the details of that filthy gold you’re hoarding in some vault. ”
God that girl was as stubborn as Rubi when it came to their little psychoses or neuroses or whatever they were called.