Page 45 of How to Win the Wild Billionaire

He’d had a great weekend with Bay and Olivia but taking that time meant that he’d be working fourteen-hour days for the rest of the week to catch up. And to keep up that hectic pace, he needed to sleep, and last night, his nightmares returned with a vicious twist.

He’d dreamed, once again, of losing Radd. Then if that wasn’t enough, when he finally fell asleep again, it was Bay’s face in that black coffin.

He’d woken up tangled up in his sheets, his face and body wet with perspiration and his heart thundering, his arms reaching for Bay. When he realized where he was, alone in his own bed, and that he was having a nightmare, he felt nausea in the back of his throat and just—but only just—made it to the bathroom to throw up.

His nightmares, Digby decided as he entered the swish offices, were getting worse. Throughout his teens and twenties, they’d been vivid but short and he always managed to brush them from his mind. But these latest dreams were more terrors than nightmares and their negativity tended to be more long lasting, leaving him feeling unsettled and uptight for most of the day.

Digby strode up to the reception desk and handed the cool blonde a tight smile. “Tempest-Vane for Siya Mabaso, at nine o’clock.”

“Nice to see you too, bro.”

Digby turned around to see his brother standing behind him, casually dressed in an untucked, button-down shirt, chino shorts and loafers. Radd looked relaxed and happy, his dark blue eyes content.

Digby gripped his hand and pulled him into a hug. “Radd! Hell, I didn’t even see you standing there.”

“I noticed. Bit preoccupied, Dig?” Radd asked on an easy grin.

Just a bit. Mostly with a slim brunette with eyes the color of his favorite alcoholic drink. God help him.

“It’s good to see you,” Digby said. And it was. He and Radd had always been a team and they were stronger, and better, together. “How’s Brin?”

“I left her in bed,” Radd told him with a self-satisfied smile. “Though she is planning to get back to her shop today. She’s feeling incredibly guilty for being away so long. She’s wanting to open in six weeks.”

Despite being engaged to one of the wealthiest people in the country, his future sister-in-law still wanted to pursue a career in floral design. Digby admired her for following her dream and kudos to his big brother for allowing her to fly.

Radd placed a hand on his shoulder and nodded to the sharply dressed lawyer waiting for them across the room. “You ready for this?”

Digby shrugged. “I guess. Though why this person wants to meet us, I have no damn idea.”

“Let’s go find out,” Radd suggested.

Digby buttoned his suit jacket and followed his casually dressed brother into a conference room, wondering why his heart was thundering. There was nothing to be concerned about—his parents’ heir had no connection to them, couldn’t hurt them.

He was just here to satisfy his curiosity; that was all.

Then why did he feel like he did this morning when he woke after that nightmare? Shivery and sick, feeling like everything had changed.

Digby took a deep breath and greeted Siya Mabaso, shaking his hand before looking around the small conference room. In the corner, by the window, stood a familiar figure and Digby blinked, convinced he was seeing a mirage, that she was an illusion.

“Roisin?” he asked, not caring that his voice was cracking. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Radd, Digby, meet Roisin O’Keefe. Your sister.”

Digby left the meeting feeling shell-shocked and disorientated. Siya explained that Roisin was born in the States when he was ten—that explained Gil and Zia’s long absence that year—and that her adoption had been facilitated by a lawyer in the States. His parents must’ve realized that their fourth child was a girl and, knowing they wouldn’t get a payout from the trust for not producing another boy child, decided to dump their unwanted daughter.

God, it physically hurt that he was related to them.

Thankfully, Roisin hit the jackpot with her adopted parents; the O’Keefes were a wealthy, childless couple who adored their adopted daughter.

Apparently, both Roisin and her parents had been shocked to discover that she was the biological daughter of two of the most notorious socialites in Africa and the heir to an estate worth billions.

As an only child, she’d explained, she’d always wanted siblings but she understood that, given their fame, news that there was another Tempest-Vane sibling would be explosive. Her dropping into Radd’s and Digby’s lives would set the tabloids on fire. And, she candidly admitted, she wanted to meet Radd and Digby first, to decide whether they were the type of people she wanted to know.

If she liked them, fine, if not, her identity could forever remain a secret.

Apparently, she liked them. Well, she liked Digby.Hoo-bloody-rah.

Digby, flying down Chapman’s Peak on his Ducati, felt the power between his legs and gave his superbike more force, feeling his heart rate kick up a notch as adrenaline coursed through his system.

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