Ray said in his attorney’s voice. “I don’t really care,” Ella whispered. “I would never sell it.” “I don’t blame you. It’s a little slice of paradise, especially with you there.” He let that slip out and noticed she didn’t respond right away. Idiot, why are you laying your cards on the table like this? She has the ability to rip your heart out. “I know. You’re right. It is paradise. I will go there often. It’s where I spent the most time with my father, often alone. My mother didn’t like it. Too rustic for her taste. Her idea of camping is slow room service.” Ella smiled. Good, she didn’t seem to notice he was swooning over her, making a complete fool of himself. But Ray had a surge of uncertainty run through him. Most likely, Bob would not let her go easily. He was rich, handsome, powerful, and now he had a beautiful heiress. Why would any man in his right mind let her go?
