Page 64 of How to Fall for the Secret Billionaire
I don’t know how to fix this.
But I know I want to. I can’t leave—I won’t leave—until I fix it.
I make up my mind.
No more waiting. No more pacing like a coward. I need to talk to her—clear the air, even if she doesn’t want to hear it. I’d rather be shut down than shut out.
I head downstairs, taking the steps two at a time. I’m halfway down when I hear voices—urgent ones—coming from the front parlor.
I follow the sound.
Glen is in one of the armchairs, hunched slightly, his face contorted in pain. Margot is crouched beside him, concern etched deep into her features. Aunt Edie stands just behind, wringing her hands like she’s trying not to hover too much.
“What happened?” I ask, stepping into the room.
Aunt Edie turns to me. “He fell. Missed the top step coming up the porch and landed wrong. We think it’s a sprain.”
I glance at Margot. She hasn’t looked at me yet, her full attention on Glen.
I shift closer. “How do you feel, Glen?”
Glen exhales through clenched teeth. “It hurts like the devil.”
Margot rises quickly, brushing her hands on her dress like she’s bracing for a storm. “Aunt Edie, please stay and keep an eye on things. I’ll take Glen to the hospital.”
Aunt Edie is already nodding her head before Margot finishes. But I step in, voice firm.
“I’ll take him.”
Margot turns to me. “It’s fine, I can?—”
“No,” I say, already moving toward Glen. “Let me handle it. You’ve got enough on your plate.”
She opens her mouth, ready to argue, but Aunt Edie beats her to it. “Thank you, Cal,” she says warmly. “We appreciate that so much.”
Margot whips her head around to glare at her aunt, but Aunt Edie just pats her shoulder like she’s immune to daggers now.
Margot exhales, clearly trying not to lose her cool. “Help Cal get him into the truck,” Aunt Edie adds, then waves a hand. “Go on.”
“Hold on,” I say, jogging toward the stairs. “Let me grab my keys.”
I don’t wait for a reply. I take the steps two at a time, heart pounding—not just because of Glen, but because Margot finally looked me in the eye again. Even if she looks upset.
I grab my keys from the nightstand and head back downstairs, the metal cool in my palm. Margot is already helping Glen up, one arm slung around her shoulder. I take his other side without a word, and together, we guide him out to the truck.
Once he’s settled in the passenger seat with a wince and a quiet curse under his breath, Margot leans in and fastens his seatbelt. “Take care, Glen,” she says gently, then straightens up and turns to me. “Thank you, Cal.”
Her voice is cool. Distant. Again, she doesn’t meet my gaze. And before I can say anything, she turns and walks back inside, the screen door hissing shut behind her.
I smile to myself as I slide behind the wheel and start the car.
Even now—even upset with me—I’m happy I’m doing this. For her. The truth is, I like it. I like doing things for her. Even if she doesn’t see it yet. Even if she’s mad. I know she has other things to worry about, and maybe today, she’ll get to rest her back a little longer because I stepped in.
I glance at Glen. “Ready?”
He grunts. “Let’s just hope it’s not broken.”
MARGOT
