Page 16 of Triplet Trouble For My Billionaire Boss

My heart breaks at his hesitation.

“Annie,” he says, his voice quiet but filled with excitement.

“Good morning, Robbie,” I say, crouching down to his level as he reaches the bottom of the stairs. “Did you sleep well?”

He nods, clutching Rexy tightly to his chest.

Ellis clears his throat gently. “Breakfast is ready. Miss Fox, if you’ll accompany Master Robbie to the kitchen, I’ll make sure your rooms are ready for you when we get back from drop-off.”

“Oh, thank you,” I say even as Ellis is gesturing to one of the staff members nearby.

Robbie tugs at my hand, pulling me toward the kitchen. “Come on,” he says, his small voice insistent.

I laugh softly and follow him back down the hall. “All right, I’m coming.”

When we enter the kitchen, Evelyn is setting plates on the table in a breakfast nook. Well, not a nook, really. It’s pretty large, but I guess in a house like this, it would beconsidered a nook, relatively speaking.

The aroma of pancakes and fresh fruit fills the air, and my stomach growls quietly in response.

“Ah, there you are,” Evelyn says, smiling warmly at Robbie. “Good morning, sweetheart. Ready for some breakfast?”

Robbie nods, climbing onto one of the tall stools at the kitchen island.

Evelyn places a plate of pancakes in front of him, complete with a small cup of syrup on the side and a neatly arranged portion of fruit. “Here you go. Eat up.”

She turns to me, gesturing to another stool. “Help yourself. There’s plenty.”

“Oh, thank you,” I say, sliding onto the stool beside Robbie.

Evelyn sets another plate in front of me, and I realize just how hungry I am as I take a bite of the fluffy, golden pancake.

As Robbie eats, he chatters in a quiet voice about dinosaurs, Rexy perched on the counter beside him. The shyness that seemed to have disappeared by the end of the night on Friday seems to be back, but he also can’t help but talk about his favorite subject.

Evelyn watches him with a fond smile, occasionally chiming in to ask questions about his favorite dinosaur or what he wants to do today.

After breakfast, Ellis reappears in the doorway. “Miss Fox, if you’re ready, I’ll show you to the garage. Robbie needs to be at school shortly.”

I glance at Evelyn, who nods. “He eats lunch at school. They have a good selection.”

“Okay,” I say, standing and helping Robbie down from his chair. He grabs Rexy, holding him tightly as we follow Ellis.

Once breakfast is done, Ellis gestures for me to follow him again. “Let’s head to the garage,” he says.

I nod and follow him through another series of hallways until we reach the garage. When he opens the door, I stop in my tracks, my jaw dropping slightly.

It’s definitely not the three-car garage I thought it was.

Apparently, it stretches back a lot farther than it looked from the front.

It’s practically a showroom.

Sleek, shiny cars are lined up in perfect rows, each one more expensive-looking than the last. There’s a sports car in candy-apple red, a black SUV with tinted windows, and even a classic car that looks like it belongs in a museum.

The walls are lined with polished steel and glass, the floor spotless enough to eat off of, and every car in here gleams like it just rolled off the showroom floor.

Ellis strides forward, unfazed by the display of wealth. “This way.”

Robbie clutches my hand as we step farther inside, his small footsteps echoing softly in the cavernous space.

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