Page 80 of My Bossy Billionaire Attorney

“She said that?” I ask.

“Did you hear what I said?” Peter asks sharply.

“I didn’t mean for that to happen,” I exhale. “That wasn’t my intention.”

“What did you think was going to happen? If you had given me a heads-up that you would be out of town, I would have come up with something better. Also, why did you tell me to lie that you’re out of the country?”

I open my mouth to respond but stop when I see a figure dart into a corner of the house. I’m in the first room, but I see past the second and into the hallway.

My senses go on alert.

“Michael?”

“I didn’t tell you because I was certain you would cave. There’s a lot at stake here, and I wanted to put together the pieces before it got out of hand.” I whisper into the phone, trying to maneuver my way through the abandoned house to find the person who contacted me.

Peter exhales and I can tell he’s frustrated. Meanwhile, I take careful steps out of the room and into the hallway. There are three rooms on each side, which means whoever is in the house is in one of them.

And I don’t know if they are armed.

“I should have brought a weapon,” I mutter under my breath.

“For what?”

“I shouldn’t have said that out loud.”

“Where are you, Michael? Don’t tell me you’ve gone on a secret mission. You’re no detective, you know that.”

Hearing Peter scold me reminds me of when we were in college. He was adamant that if we were going to be friends, I had to keep my grades up. So, we partied hard, but we studied harder.

“I’m meeting with someone who has something important for me. Nothing else.”

He snorts. “Right. You forget I know you better than you know yourself. If you die, though, I hope you’ve left the firm to me in the will.” He jokes.

“I left it to Savannah,” I say quietly into the phone.

“What??”

Despite my worry about the intruder, I end up laughing out loud.

“I’m kidding.”

“You better be. You have me out here worrying about a grown man who supposedly can take care of himself because he decided to walk into the line of fire.”

“You should have taken someone with you, Michael.”

I shake my head despite knowing that he cannot see me.

“I was asked to come alone. I need this to work.”

“Is that why you did not tell Savannah? Because you don’t want to disappoint her? Are you worried that you might disappoint her?”

It’s comforting and also annoying how Peter can see through me sometimes.

“Maybe?”

“Hm. You’ve never been worried before. Tell me, do you like her?”

“What are you talking about? She’s a client and she’s your sister. Two reasons why I cannot fail. I don’t know if I’ll be able to look you in the eye if we end up with a plea deal.”

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