Page 41 of How To Tempt The Off-Limits Billionaire

Uh...

Ro took a moment to switch gears. She and Muzi had spoken this morning, as they did most days. He was better than an intravenous dose of caffeine for getting her blood moving and her heart rate spiking.

“He’s in meetings, I think. And he’s going to have dinner with Digby and Bay tonight.”

“It’s been far too long since I saw Digby,” Mimi complained. “He used to practically live at La Fontaine and now I have to beg him to come and see me.”

Ro knew that wasn’t true. Digby and Bay made a point of visiting Mimi and called her often. “What do you mean Digby spent a lot of time with you?”

Mimi looked around for a seat and Ro pushed the leather chair over to her. Mimi sat down, crossed her legs and pulled her bag onto her lap. “Damn, I want a cigarette.”

Ro glanced at her piles of old paper, horrified. “No smoking in here!”

“I gave up years ago,” Mimi grumbled.

Ro leaned her hip against the rolltop desk. “You were telling me about Digby.” Then she realized that she shouldn’t sound so interested in her ex-boss. Damn. But this was herbrotherMimi was talking about, she was interested in anything anyone had to say about him.

“Instead of going home, Digby spent many school holidays at La Fontaine. Basically, that meant he, Muzi, my grandsons Keane and Rafe—and that scoundrel Pasco—would terrorize the neighborhood.”

Ro smiled. “I can imagine.”

Mimi rested the back of her hand against her forehead, acting dramatic. “You really can’t. They made me old before my time.”

Mimi, as Muzi told her, spent a lot of time working so she probably didn’t know half of it. “Did Digby stay with you because his parents were overseas?”

Zia and Gil had, as she read, traveled constantly.

Mimi snorted. “Partly, but mostly because they weren’t interested in the boys and didn’t want anything to do with them. The only reason they had children was because they were paid to do so.”

What on earth was she talking about? She was about to ask when Mimi, surprisingly given her age, jumped to her feet. “I need to go. I’m going to be late.”

When Mimi refused to meet her eyes, Ro knew that she was regretting her words. “Wait, hold on...explain what you meant about Digby’s parents being paid to have him.”

Mimi tried to wave her words away. “Nothing, I’m old and confused.”

Not damn likely, Ro thought. Mimi’s expression turned sly. “Why are you so interested?”

Yeah, verynotconfused.

Ro forced a smile onto her face, knowing she couldn’t argue the point without raising Mimi’s suspicions. “I’m just being nosy, forget about it.”

Mimi nodded, sent her another piercing look before smiling. “Talking about being nosy, what exactly is happening between you and my grandson?”

Good question and one she didn’t have the answer to. Friends with benefits didn’t normally spend hours talking before bed and for at least a half hour in the morning before they started work. Sex buddies didn’t exchange texts and voice messages or send each other silly memes and jokes.

“Is this serious or are you just knocking boots?”

How did she answer that question?

Ro could only think of one reply. “I don’t feel comfortable discussing that with you.”

“Pfft!” Mimi scowled and pursed her lips. Then she smiled sweetly, and Ro felt a prickle of apprehension skitter up and down her spine.

“I like you. I do.”

But...? Because there was a glittery pink and purple neonbutheading her way.

“But know this, if you break his heart, I will break you.”

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