Page 22 of Who's Your Daddy
“Bloody hell,” Sully hisses.
I turn and am instantly assaulted by his panic-stricken expression.
What the bloody hell is his problem?
“T.J. will be staying right where he is.” Her tone is a bit harsh. My question was a legitimate one, I swear. “At the private school he’s attended since he was three.”
“Okay.” I nod once. “Murphy can go there. Can you set that up for me?”
“No.”
“Sloane,” I whine, “don’t be unreasonable.”
“Put Sully on the phone.” The harshness has officially morphed into anger. Yikes.
Frowning, I hold the phone out to my brother. “I have no idea how you haven’t worked this out yet. You’re the exact same miserable person.”
Face ashen, like he’s scared of the device, Sully stares at the phone and takes a step back.
“What?” I mouth.
With a grumble, he shakes his head and snatches the phone from me. “Hi, sweetheart?—”
I can’t make out what she’s saying, but judging by the angry staccato tone that’s beating against his ear, she’s pissed.
“Yes.” He tugs on his hair again. “I was going to tell you about the move but I—No, I know, I just?—”
Fucking hell. My brother never told Sloane about our move? Or the stipulation that requires T.J. to also reside with us in New Jersey if we want to keep our interest in the firm?
Yeah, I wouldn't want to be him right now.
Slowly, I back out of the room and close the door with a soft snick. Then I shove my hands into my pockets and head back to the table. Looks like I’ve done enough damage for tonight. At least I got the name of a school.
Chapter 8
Lola
“I’m well aware of how bad this situation is, babe. Trust me. I’m the one who’s apartment hunting in Jersey.” Words I never thought I’d say. Words I wish I never had to say, honestly.
“Stop being dramatic. Jersey is full of nice places. The view along the river alone is enough to have most people begging to be there.” Sloane sighs. “Now that office and the apartment? They’re another story. I cannot believe Sully waited a month to tell me about this.” Her irritation is palpable, even through the phone.
Honestly, I’m tired of ranting about that damn office, so I change the subject.
“How’d he take the news about you working with Will?”
When she doesn’t respond, I’m sure the line has disconnected. I pull the device away from my ear to check, but her name is still on the screen.
God. I want to shake herandSully.
I’ve witnessed just how hard the last few years have been on Sloane. I get it. Still, it’s hard to see the two of them giving up like this.
“Right.” I sigh. “Look, I should go. Brian will be here any second.”
“Find a place with a good view, a deep tub, and a walk-in closet. Bonus if it costs the Murphy brothers a small fortune.”
I giggle. “From your mouth to God’s ears.”
I’ve ended the call and am just tucking my phone into my purse when it vibrates, signaling an incoming text.
