Page 46 of How to Win the Wild Billionaire

He had a sister, another sibling, God help him. He was furious that she’d lied to him, that she’d sought employment at The Vane to push herself into his life, into his world. He’d employed her to look after Olivia, had trusted her with his lover’s child, with the little person he was crazy about.

Yet he hadn’t known whom she was or her true agenda.

He felt like a bloody fool.

He needed to tell Bay, needed her to know that Roisin wasn’t whom she said she was, that she’d been lying to him, them. But he couldn’t talk to Bay, not yet.

Not until he got his head on straight.

Up until six weeks ago, he’d been happy in his single life, content to have only his brother to worry about. But now he had a sister, a sister-in-law, a lover and his lover’s kid, all clamoring for a piece of his soul.

He couldn’t do it. Radd was the only family Digby had, all he needed.

It was bad enough that he lived in constant fear of losing his brother but now he was also dreaming about Bay, and obviously, he was worried about losing her too. What was next, him perpetually fretting about losing her, losing Liv? Would that worry extend to Roisin, to Brin?

He couldn’t do it; he didn’t want the additional emotional stress. There were suddenly too many people in his life and he couldn’t, wouldn’t give them the power to hijack his heart. No, he preferred to fly solo, thank you very much.

He couldn’t get rid of Radd, and he didn’t want to. And Brin was part of his life. But he didn’t have to engage with Roisin, he didn’t need a sister.

As for Bay, well, it was time to let her go. It would hurt, for a little while, but she was a risk he couldn’t take. Didn’t want to take. From tonight, fromnow, he was going to revert to his old life, to what he knew, to what he was good at. Casual flings, ships-in-the-night relationships, nothing that involved any risk.

Digby whipped into a turnout, kicked down his stand and switched off the engine. Taking off his helmet, he stared down to the sea kissing the rocks below and tried not to remember Bay and Olivia poking around the rock pools in Mozambique. He pushed the memory away. He’d miss them but it was better this way.

After pulling out his phone, he grimaced at the many, many missed calls—Bay, Radd and Roisin—and switched to his text-messaging app.

There were twenty, twenty-five messages, and he again ignored the ones from Radd and Roisin. But he couldn’t resist opening the first of Bay’s many texts.

The judge decided not to wait and made his ruling immediately! I’m officially Liv’s mommy! Want to celebrate with me tonight?

Dig, I can’t get a hold of you. Call me.

Digby, I really need to talk to you...

Dig, Roisin told me about today, that she’s your sister. She really feels bad about lying to you, and she needs to talk to you. I need to talk to you. Call me, please.

Dig, it’s been hours and hours. I’m really worried.

She didn’t need to worry; he hadn’t asked her to. He’d been looking after himself for a long, long time and he was fine. He didn’t need her sympathy or her company, to help him work his way through this mess.

They were over...

They had to be.

Digby slapped his helmet back onto his head and revved his bike, spinning it in a tight circle to face the road. Giving the bike power, he shot away and his speed quickly climbed, then climbed some more. His heart sat in his throat as he flung the bike around the tight corners and adrenaline pumped through his body.

If he could only go fast enough to forget.

Have just heard that D used his private entrance ten minutes ago. Go kick his ass.

In the ballroom of The Vane, Bay read Roisin’s message once, then again. She quickly typed her reply.

How do you know?

I made friends with one of the guys manning the security cameras.Roisin’s message popped onto her screen seconds later.Let me know how it goes.

Bay looked at her computer screen and frowned at the open tabs on it.

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