Page 6 of Who's Your Daddy
Brian shifts forward and rests his arms on his desk again. “I’ve been trying to explain how we’ve run our business for the last decade, but Cal doesn’t seem to be picking up what I’m putting down.” He nods at the paper on his desk.
My brother stalks into the room and snatches it from the mahogany surface.
As he reads, his expression, which is always stoic, grows more severe, his scowl so deep I can’t help but comment on it.
“Still haven’t tried the cream I left on your desk? You should. It really does wonders for wrinkles.”
I wait for his reaction, Sully always gives me one. This is my fun. My fingers itch, the energy once again building up inside me needing release. I scan the room for the ball I tossed when I came in, but it’s nowhere to be found. Dammit. I don’t like just standing here whilethe two of them have a conversation with their eyes, leaving me out of the loop completely.
My brother squeezes the paper so tightly it crinkles in his hands. I wait with bated breath, anxious about what he’ll say. Why, I have no fucking clue, but suddenly, the air in the room has gone thick, like a bomb is about to be dropped.
“You’ve got a fucking kid.”
My heart stutters, and I blink.Me?
No.He’sgot a kid. I’m kid free.
He thrusts his hand out, shoving the note at me.
Instinctually, I reach for it. “We need that information to find the father. Don’t you two know how this works?”
Sully makes a low, rumbling sound. “Youarethe father.”
Breath held, I snap my head to the side, eyeing Brian, who is leaning forward, watching me like he’s waiting for my response. He closes his eyes and exhales, clearly not impressed by the reaction.
“So very Star Wars of you,” I say to Sully.
“Bloody Hell Cal, focus.”
“Are you taking the piss?” I tease.
The only reaction my repartee garners is a glare. From both men. The two of them would be far more suited as brothers than Sully and me.
With a sigh, I admit defeat and give him my full attention.
“Seven years ago you had a one-night stand with a woman named Brandy,” he starts, one brow cocked.
“Actually,” I say, holding up a finger, “we haven’t established that?—”
His angry glare has me closing my mouth.
“And she gave the kid your surname as a first name.”
“I’d remind you that Murphy is your name too. Are you sure you didn’t have a romp with a woman named Brandy?”
Brian growls. “For fucks sake, Cal, your brother did not have an affair with a woman named Brandy.”
“I never had a fucking affair.” Sully’s nostrils flare andI swear smoke billows from his ears. He’s been quite defensive since his wife left him. From the beginning, he’s claimed that he has no fucking idea what he did wrong.
“Maybe he’s Brian’s?” I suggest. “You always wanted to be a Murphy.” I waggle my brows. “I could see you using our last name to ensure the woman couldn’t track you down.”
He gives me a flat look. “I assure you, I’ve never used your last name to get laid.”
A bark of a laugh escapes me. “That’s because you don’t get laid, we’ve already established this.”
“And he wonders why our father put the damn firm into a trust,” my brother grumbles.
He steps up close to Brian’s desk, and the two of them speak in whispered hisses and curses.
