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steering wheel of his jag, he gunned the engine and pulled out onto the highway.
    Where his family had preferred to be chauffeured, Lane had a need for speed and control. He purchased his newest toy before the ink on his divorce papers had dried and he had more affection for the vehicle than he did for his wife.
    A humorless smile crossed his face as he punched the gas pedal. His wife had more affection for his bank account than she did for him. Not that he could blame Roxanne for that. She had never claimed to love him, or need him. Together they had decided their ambitions and goals meshed and they should tie together the Tanner and Whitcomb names.
    His father had been pleased to have such a wealthy merger. That was his own definition of what Lane and Roxanne had. Lane could have disagreed , but it would have been pointless.
    Two years into the marriage, Roxanne had altered from an affair with his bank account to an affair with their pool boy. Deciding his name and pride were too important to him, Lane had divorced Roxanne without a second thought. The divorce was polite, civilized , and cold— a n exact likeness of their marriage.
    Lane slippe d the valet a bill and his keys. He rode the elevator to the penthouse floor and strolled straight into his spacious three bedroom domain.
    Full of rich, dark colors, Lane’s apa rtment was kept neat and tidy, j ust as his life was. Overstuffed furniture showed his preference for comfort and style. His kitchen was the only part of his apartment that was an illusion. One look at the spacious counter tops and stainless steel double ovens, one would assume the tenant enjoye d cooking. Lane could hardly heat up take out without causing some damage.
    It was no matter when a gourmet meal was only a phone call away. With that in mind, Lane dialed the number for a five star restaurant down the block and ordered his usual. With a promise for delivery within half an hour, Lane strolled into his bedroom and flipped on his thirty-two inch plasma television for background noise while be packed his suitcases.
    Oklahoma, he mused as he began to pack. It would be warm, as it was now in L.A. It would be humid. He knew virtually nothing of country living, but he decided absently to invest in a pair of boots anyway.
    He had six days to draw up plans in case the Morgan’s would be interested in what they are selling their land for. Already, his sharp mind was overcrowded with ideas and hopes for the six-hundred acres. He had only to put them on paper.
    When the buzzer dinged at the elevator doors, Lane allowed entrance, tipped the delivery boy, and took his meal in the kitchen.
    He ate with little interest while his mind worked on possibilities and projections. This was his project now, he thought as he topped off his wine. He was going to bring this home and make it a success.
    Tanner Enterprises had hotels, resorts, amusement parks, and theaters all over the United States and Europe. But a dude ranch would be a first for the entire company let alone for Lane himself.
    Unique for the area, he mused as he continued to jot down plans and notes. Not many people need a fake ranch simply because in Oklahoma, they either had their own or knew someone who had. But for people from the coasts, people from the cities who didn’t have those connections, this theme park would be a vacation for them. They could stay in cabins on the ranch and be able to participate in country-centered activities.
    It was great, Lane decided smugly. It was perfect, and it was all his. So, the Morgan’s hadn’t made a definite decision as of yet. A little green would sway them, no doubt. Money talked and if their financial history was any indication, money would talk loudly to the Morgan family.
    They had come a long way, he realized as he thumbed through his reports. In six months, they had gone from owing thousands of dollars with the land as collateral for loans taken out prior to Joshua Morgan’s death.
    After selling off