Page 62 of Daddies' Holiday Toy
Problem is, Jack’s gaze drops straight to that movement and locks on.
“What’s so urgent you gotta be making a phone call? If you’re that desperate, we can plug in the landline.” His voice is deceptively mild.
“It’s not a phone call,” Liam mutters.
Jack moves without hesitation.
Three long strides then his hand is already dipping into Liam’s pocket before I realize what’s happening.
“Hey—” Liam lunges for it, but Jack sidesteps him with practiced ease, phone now in his grip.
His brows pull together as he scans the screen.
“You’re wiring money?”
“Give me my phone,” Liam snaps.
Jack doesn’t look up, his thumb still moving.
“This isn’t pocket change, either. That’s a few grand. Who the hell are you sending this kind of money to? A Nigerian prince?”
Liam puts his hand out. “Jack. My phone. Now.”
I step between them before the posturing turns into shoving.
“Both of you, keep it down. Holly’s sleeping, remember?”
Neither of them so much as glance in my direction.
The fire between them is locked in.
Jack angles the screen toward Liam, holding it up as evidence.
“You gonna answer the question, or what?”
“It’s none of your business,” Liam snaps again.
“Like hell it isn’t,” Jack shoots back. “You’re moving money around while we’re out here trying to enjoy a nice three-day weekend away and I want to know why. Especially when it’s this much.”
“Jack—”
“Who?” Jack barks.
There’s a faint flicker of something in Liam’s eyes, guilt maybe, though it’s gone almost as quickly as it appears.
I’m not the only one who catches it.
Jack takes one slow step forward, losing all the pretense of casual irritation from before.
“You better start talking,” he says. “Now.”
Liam’s shoulders go rigid.
His jaw clenches so tight I half-expect to hear it crack.
There’s a long beat where he looks like he might just walk away instead, but then he exhales hard through his nose, eyes cutting between us.
“Fine. You want to know so bad? I’m sending it to Holly.”
