Page 34 of Cause of Action

“So, if you live in this seven-million-dollar home on the water, where do your two brothers live?”

“Down the street.” A smirk crossed his lips.

“You all live on the same street?”

“Yeah. We’re very close as brothers can be.”

“So, are you all like a year apart or something? Back in Turks, you said you weren’t triplets, but you all look the same age.”

“It’s a complicated story. I have an idea. How would you like to come to dinner tomorrow night and meet our father? He asked the three of us to come over because he wanted to introduce us to someone. I feel I may need your services to do some checking on her.”

“I don’t know, Roman. I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Come on. It’ll be fun.” He gripped my hips under the water. “Besides, it’s a Saturday night, and I know you have nothing else to do. Do you really want to spend a Saturday night in the hotel room?”

“I guess I can go.”

“Excellent.” His lips pressed against my forehead. “But I do have one question for you.” His eyes stared into mine.

“Okay.”

“Why are you lying to me?”

I carefully narrowed my left eye at him. “I’m not lying to you.”

“You are, Morgan.” He turned, climbed out of the pool, and dried off with a towel. “I know you were born in Los Angeles, not New York.”

“How do you know that?” I climbed out of the pool.

“I saw your passport in the hotel room in Turks and Caicos. It said the place of birth was Los Angeles, California.”

“You looked at my passport? What the fuck?”

“It was sitting right there, so I glanced at it.”

“How dare you, Roman. That’s an invasion of privacy,” I shouted.

“Not really. It’s just a damn passport.”

“It wasn’t yours to look at!” I opened the sliding door and went into the house.

As I stomped up the stairs in disbelief, he grabbed my arm and stopped me.

“Don’t be angry. I just want to know what’s going on with you.”

“Nothing is going on with me!” I jerked out of his grip.

“Then why did you lie?” he shouted, following me into the bedroom.

I grabbed my panties from the floor and slipped them on. He grabbed the rest of my clothes, opened the window, and tossed them out.

“What the fuck, Hamilton!”

“You’re not going anywhere. Get your hot ass in bed. I have to use the bathroom, and then I’ll join you. Please, Morgan. Don’t leave. Okay?” his voice calmed.

“Whatever, Roman.” I sighed, climbing into bed because I was too tired to drive home.

A few moments later, he climbed in next to me.

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