Page 53 of Who's Your Daddy
She’s like a lioness pacing her land. Setting her boundaries. She may say she hates this place, but she hates the presence of another woman even more.
I grin at Amy. She’s beautiful and sweet, but she’s got absolutely nothing on Lola. That’s no surprise. There isn’t another woman in the world who could compare.
Lola is perfect.
Even her annoyed little huffs have my heart racing.
I smooth down the front of my shirt. “Well, Amy, I’m glad you asked.” I glance at my brother. “Apparently thewho’s thereis a pissed off Fisher Jones and Libby Sweet.”
Sully straightens in his seat. “What?”
It’s rare that I have the opportunity to scold my brother. He’s always right, he’s always serious, and he’s always been the one doing the right things.
I’m going to enjoy this.
“You bailed on Libby’s charity event this weekend.” I pinch my chin, like I’m deep in thought. “The charity event the Berkshires are attending.”
He rolls back a few inches. “I sent a donation and I’ve already got a meeting with Henry scheduled for next month.”
Henry Berkshire is the patriarch of the family but Sully knows as well as I do that billionaires don’t do real business in formal meetings, they do it at events like this. To remain on their radar, we have to be seen. We have to be important. That means being in the places where important people are also being seen.
Like this charity event.
“Why did you cancel?” That’s what I can’t figure out. It’s unlike him to waste an opportunity likethis.
He rolls back up to his desk and laces his fingers on the top of it. “It’s our anniversary weekend.”
I frown. “Your anniversary? Like the day you observe to celebrate a marriage? To the wife you’re divorcing?”
“You’re getting divorced?” Amy interjects, her voice laced with interest.
I don’t even bother fighting a scowl as I turn to her. But she’s utterly oblivious.
“No,” Sully says this to both of us, his tone clipped.
I roll my eyes. “This again.”
“I originally said yes to the event thinking Sloane and I could have a weekend away. I thought—” He snaps his mouth closed and shakes his head.
I’m not surprised he’s locked himself down. He’s not an emotional guy. It’s why he’s getting divorced. If only he would get out of his own damn way, stop thinking so hard and show some bloody feelings, maybe he could salvage the relationship.
“She finally agreed to let T.J. stay over this weekend. I won’t miss the chance to show her he’s safe here.”
The floor above creaks loudly, making us all look up.
Amy squeals, clapping and bouncing on her toes. “Can I go say hi to Sebastian?”
In unison, Sully and I say, “no.”
Then Sully shakes his head. “I’ll send a bigger donation.”
I strike at the opportunity he’s laid out for me. Pushing forward from where I’m leaning against the wall, I grin. “I’ll go.”
He shakes his head. “You can’t fucking handle this.”
Pushing away the hurt that bubbles up at his response, I continue the act. “Why? I’m excellent at schmoozing and giving away our money.”
Lola snorts from where she’s standing at the photocopier, pretending—badly, I must say—not to listen.
