Page 18 of The Billionaire's Wife

“You worried she’s going to run off?” Scott’s laughter was barely contained. “C’mon man, she’s a grown woman. Why are you trying to get her a babysitter?”

I fought the scowl I could feel forming on my face. I couldn’t explain why I wanted Faith to be around someone all day without getting into the complete details of our relationship. And I wasn’t ready to do that yet. “It was just a thought. I’m trying to be a good host.”

Scott scoffed. “Going a little overboard.”

“That said, you’re welcome over here any time.” Whitney’s glance at Scott was pointed.

He reached out and linked his fingers with hers. “Yes. Of course. I didn’t mean to make it sound like you weren’t.”

“Thanks. I’ll keep it in mind.” Faith sounded smug. Why wouldn’t she? She’d won this one in a public setting and I couldn’t do anything about it.

I sighed. “Okay. Then the only other thing I wondered is if you remembered the name of the FBI agent that was wandering around Robinson Enterprises a couple of years ago?”

Scott shook his head. “No. They were investigating someone in the computer security division. I was in government services pretty exclusively. Although maybe my old boss would know. I think his sister might have been involved somehow. I can send you his email if you want to reach out and ask.”

“That’d be great. Thanks.” I waited. It wasn’t like Scott not to ask for details. The look on his face made it clear he was curious. “Just say it.”

Scott laughed. “Come on. You know I want to know why you need an FBI contact. But if it’s legal stuff I also know it’s probably confidential. But dang, man. How do you keep all these secrets?”

“It’s what makes me a good lawyer, I guess.” I offered a tight smile and stood. “Do you think you could get me that email tonight?”

Scott took his phone out of his pocket and worked on it for a moment.

My phone chimed.

“There you go.” Scott’s eyebrows drew together. “You’re leaving already?”

“I’m hungry. And as much as I appreciate the mac and cheese offer, I’m in the mood for something a little more grown up.” I glanced at Faith. “If that’s okay with you?”

Faith nodded and stood, the half-full glass of water in her hand. “I never mind mac and cheese but I could use a vegetable or two today.”

I took the glass from Faith. “I’ll put these in the sink on our way out. Thanks, guys.”

“No problem. And seriously, Faith, if you get bored or want to see the chaos that is life as a stay-at-home mom, give me a call. Make sure Tristan gives you my number.” Whitney grinned from her seat on the couch.

“Thanks.” Faith nodded.

I carried the glasses into the kitchen, poured out the water, and set the glasses in the sink, then headed into the hall.

Faith was already standing by the front door.

I opened it and gestured for her to go through, then followed behind, and made sure the door latched.

“They seem nice.”

I tried to decide if she was being sarcastic. “They are.”

“That’s what I said.” Faith stopped at the bottom of the stairs and put her hands on her hips. “Why are you so antagonistic?”

“Me? Really?” I shook my head and started striding toward the car. “I’m not having this conversation on the street.”

“Well when are you going to have this conversation? Because it feels like maybe you need to get something off your chest.” Faith’s voice rose with every word.

I scowled at her over my shoulder. “Keep your voice down.”

“You’re such a jerk.” Her mutter was still loud enough for me to hear.

Probably on purpose.

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