Page 33 of Loving the CEO

He gasped. "You've got to be kidding me."

"Not at all."

"That's fucked-up."

"I know."

“Fucking hell. Why do people do that? If you can't commit, just don't commit. But don't dip your wick on the side.”

My brothers and I all had strong views about this.

"I agree.”

“So, when did you come back?"

"Yesterday."

"Why didn't you say so? We missed you at the tennis match."

"I was busy. I forgot about the match. And... Tory came with me.”

"Where?"

"Here, to Boston."

After a pause, he asked, "Why?"

"She needed to get away from New Orleans and the whole shit show happening there. I asked her to come with me.”

“That's considerate." He paused again, and neither of us said anything for several moments. Then Nick asked, "So, she's living with you?"

"Yes."

"For how long?"

"What's with the interrogation?"

"You just dropped a bombshell on me. Why am I not allowed to ask details? Besides, look at this as a trial run."

"For what?" I asked, confused. I really needed another coffee.

"The family."

I groaned. "Right." Now it all made sense. There was no way I’d be able to keep this a secret from the family. We were too close.

"You’re slowly starting to realize where I'm going with this, right?"

"I do. Gran is going to have a field day.”

“But look at the bright side.”

I couldn't really see one. Gran had been adamant for a few years now about matchmaking all of her grandsons. Since six of us were now off the market, she was strongly focusing her efforts on Nick and me.

"Gran will figure out that you’re all set,” he continued, “and she doesn't even need to introduce you to friends or find you someone."

I frowned. "I don't want her to get the wrong idea."

"Just so you know,I’mgetting the wrong idea already."

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