Page 24 of Billionaire's Sins
"Welcome to the other side, bro." Arpad laughs. "You did us all a favor… Well, all except Baron, considering he missed all the good stuff."
I stiffen. "Let’s not talk about Baron, shall we?"
"Agreed," Saint drawls. "Why don’t we talk, instead, about what’s been causing you to go infinite laps in the pool."
"Who told you that?" I frown. There’s no change of expression on Sinclair’s face, but his eyes gleam.
I blow out a breath. "Summer told you?"
He tilts his head.
"What did she say?" I demand. "It was simply one interaction by the pool—"
"When all you had on was your Speedo—"
"You went swimming in February in an outdoor pool?" Weston stares.
"When do you swim? In December?" I snap.
Weston shakes his head. "Ask a stupid question, get a stupid answer—"
"Don’t change the topic, Ed." Sinclair prowls over to me. "You also had a conversation with her in the kitchen of my place."
"Where the girls were listening in..." I raise my eyes skyward. "Of course, they were."
"Before that, she met you at the guesthouse."
"Hey," I scowl, "you keeping tabs on me, or what?"
"And don't forget the wedding encounter." Damian smirks.
"It's Isla." I straighten. "She's the one who’s been sneaking information to you."
"So, there is something to sneak, then?" Saint prowls over to me, "It’s confession time, Ed. Tell us what’s on your mind."
I glare around the room, take in the faces of my friends, the closest I have to family, my brothers, the ones who have had my back since the incident. "Yes." I rotate my shoulders. "Actually, there is something I need to tell you guys."
Saint straightens and steps away from the desk. Damian places my phone back on the table and gives me his full attention. Sinclair, Weston and Arpad glance at me, their expressions ranging from curious to intrigued.
"This is it then?" Saint finally says, "You’re ready to tell us about what’s crawled up your craw?"
"I am." I widen my stance. "Baron; he’s coming back."
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Silence descends on the room, then Arpad bursts out, "Did I just hear you say—?"
"Baron?" Damian scowls.
"He’s returning?" Weston drums his fingers on his chest.
I nod.
"When?" Saint snaps.
"He didn’t give specifics. All he said was that we need to be extra vigilant because we are closing in on the perpetrators behind our kidnapping."
