Craving HIM (Serving HIM Vol. 7) by M. S. Parker, Cassie Wild Page B

attention away from the computer and the two million browser tabs I had open. “If Dominic wants to set up a foundation and have it actually be a recognizable force when it comes to combating child abduction and human trafficking, it'll take time. You can’t grow an oak overnight and these aren’t like the companies he’s gone in and rescued either.”
    “I know that,” I grumbled. Coffee in hand, I leaned back and glared at the screen. There was a reason I hadn't gone into business.
    “He’ll want this place to survive beyond him, thrive without him, should something happen.”
    My gut clenched and I looked up at Tom. The mere thought of losing Dominic scared the shit out of me.
    Tom patted my hand. “Relax. It's hypothetical. If he really wants to do this, he has to do it from the ground up—and make it last. There’s no shortcutting the IRS, but there are other things that need to be done while he waits.”
    “I don’t think you quite understand how his mind works,” I said dryly. “Telling him that we have to build up to this and that it takes time just won’t work with Dominic. His mind is like…”My voice trailed off as I tried to think of the appropriate way to describe it. Finally, I blurted out the only thing I could think of, “He’s a hyperactive bunny on speed.” Shit. My cheeks flushed. “Please don’t tell him I said that. Or Cecily.”
    Tom burst out laughing. “So, what you’re telling me, is that he loses interest in things very quickly?”
    “He does like to find new projects to hold his interest.” I thought that sounded diplomatic enough, especially after my less-than-appropriate comment. “Once this is up and going, it’s likely his attention will move on to something else. He'll still want it to keep doing good, so I do know it’s all the more important to make sure it's strong from the beginning.”
    Tom nodded approvingly.
    I continued, “As long as we're in the building process, once we get it up and in the starting stages, he’s going to be fine. Once something is stable, he’ll wants to move on to something new. That’s just how he is. He’s a creator. He wants to build things. It doesn’t matter if it’s a company or a new chain of hotels or a dating agency. Now it’s the foundation. He wants to build things, but the wait involved in this sort of endeavor is going to drive him nuts.”
    “There’s nothing to be done for it.” Tom gave me a conciliatory shrug. “This is government we’re dealing with. I’m sure he’s had to work with building permits and tangles with licenses and that sort of thing.”
    I nodded. “What I needed to do was find a way to keep him occupied and engaged while we’re waiting on the paperwork.”
    “Where is the foundation going to be housed?” Tom asked after a moment.
    I slid him a look and then slowly started to smile.
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    “It’s perfect.”
    “Is it? I’d thought it might be adequate, but it’s been so long since I’ve been here, I'd almost forgotten.”
    I looked at Fawna over my shoulder and grinned. “It’s absolutely perfect…and if it’s not, I might ask Dominic if we can move it. Look at how gorgeous this place is.”
    I had brought Fawna and Tom along with me to give me their opinions since I still wasn't entirely sure what I was doing. Fortunately, Fawna had found several properties that Dominic already owned and this big old house in Chelsea was the third on her list.
    I’d known the moment Vincent pulled to a stop in front of it that we’d struck gold.
    “He bought it a few years ago,” Fawna said, walking next to me as I climbed the steps to the porch. “He never got around to doing anything with it.”
    I paused just inside the door and ran a hand down the molding along the nearby window. “When was it built?”
    “Early 1920’s.” She grinned at me as we walked further into the front room. “Can’t you just see the gangsters and their girls gathering around a table over there,