Page 51 of The Kiss that Captured a Billionaire
Nikos’s grin faltered into something more sheepish. He sat forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Maybe.”
“Maybe?”
“I might have… encouraged a friend to make a call.”
Theo gave him a flat look.
“Sherry Contessa. You know—the more dangerous twin.”
Theo groaned.
“She pretended to be from the theatre,” Nikos went on, far too casually. “Called Robby Evans’s mother and asked if Rose was there yet. Belinda Evans said they should be arriving by tomorrow. Sherry said she’d call back in a few days.”
Theo’s breath hissed out. His eyes glittered with purpose as he reached for his phone.
“Schedule me a flight to Omaha,” he told his PA when she answered. “And arrange transportation.”
He’d barely ended the call when his phone pinged. A message from Lorenzo.
Did you receive the report?
“Lorenzo already knows?” he asked, standing when Nikos stood.
Nikos shrugged. “The minute you asked for the DNA test, he suspected you'd found her. He’s impatient to meet her. By the way, I’ll meet you at the airport,” Nikos added.
Theo raised a brow. “Why?”
“Because until you get Rose on a plane to Greece, you’re not out of the woods,” Nikos replied with a laugh.
Theo’s lips curved despite himself. “Fair point.”
“Plus, Markos and I have a bet,” Nikos called over his shoulder as he left.
“About what?”
Nikos’s grin was pure Cheshire Cat—smug, knowing, infuriating. “Which one of you admits you’re in love first.”
Theo chuckled quietly as Nikos lifted a hand in farewell before he strolled out the door. Theo shook his head. He already knew who would admit it first—him.
If Rose gives me a chance, he thought ruefully.
His lips curved when his phone pinged again. Lorenzo was impatient. His grin sharpened as he lifted the phone to his ear.
Everything revolved around Rose. And this time, he wasn’t letting her slip through his fingers.
“Lorenzo, you received the report,” he greeted.
Twelve
Rose could tell from the tight set of Robby’s jaw that she’d officially driven him to the brink of his patience.
Well… parked herself at the brink, technically, since the van she wanted wasn’t hers yet.
But it will be!
Over the last two days on the road, she’d learned a few things about Kerry’s older brother:
First: he treated speed limit signs like vague suggestions from a friend he didn’t trust.
