Page 56 of How to Fall for the Secret Billionaire
I grin. “I’m getting really good at this.”
She rolls her eyes and is just about to sit when footsteps shuffle down the hall. We both glance up.
A young lady walks into the kitchen and stops at the doorway, glancing between Margot and me.
For a moment, I’m thrown.
She looks like Margot—same eyes, same sharp chin, same quiet sort of presence—but younger. Still very different.
I glance at Margot, then back to the girl.
Margot steps in, a small smile tugging at her mouth. “Cal, this is my sister, Thea. Thea, this is Cal.”
Thea gives a tiny wave, the corners of her lips lifting. “Nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard about you.”
I raise a brow, teasing. “Oh yeah? Hopefully good things.”
Thea smirks. “Mostly.”
I look at her again. “I haven’t seen you around the inn.”
“She’s always locked up in her castle,” Margot says, nudging her sister’s arm playfully. “Down in the basement apartment. We rarely drag her out unless something breaks or she runs out of snacks.”
“I work from home,” Thea defends, grinning. “I’m productive.”
“She acts like she runs the world,” Margot adds.
I take another sip of tea, amused. “A mysterious hidden sister. The plot thickens.”
The girls laugh, but I catch on quickly—Thea didn’t just wander in for a midnight snack. She’s here for something. And I don’t want to be in the way.
I down the last of my tea, stand, and say, “All right, ladies. I’m up past my bedtime.”
Margot’s eyes flick to mine. “You don’t have to rush?—”
“I know,” I say, offering a quiet smile. “But I should.”
I take my cup to the sink and rinse it out, trying not to look like I’ve done this a dozen times before. It’s weirdly… domestic. Comfortable.
I glance at Thea. “Nice officially meeting you.”
She nods. “You too.”
Then I look at Margot. She’s still watching me, like she wants to say something else but won’t. I also want to say something, but shouldn’t.
“Thanks for the tea, Margot.”
She gives a small smile. “Goodnight, Cal.”
“Goodnight.”
I head out of the kitchen, up the stairs, and back to my room.
As soon as I get to my room, I close the door behind me and pull out my phone, scrolling through my contacts to get my accountant. He picks up on the first ring.
“Mr. Hale.”
I’m surprised he takes the call, with the time difference and all, but I’m relieved to get him on the line immediately.
