Page 116 of Panty Dropper

Jimmy’s face went white and he sat back in his chair, his jaw hanging down to the ground. Cheyenne had no reaction at all. Hank’s expression somehow turned even stonier.

I heard the squeak of the screen door before Reagan appeared around the corner. She wore a wide smile but it dropped when she saw us all sitting there silently. “Did I come at a bad time? I can go.”

As she started to turn I grabbed her wrist and pulled her onto my lap. I loved that I could do that now. “I just told them how much is in the trust. Hank, you always wondered how much it would take to shut Jimmy up. I guess you got your answer.”

Cheyenne and Reagan both chuckled. Hank and Jimmy remained quiet.

A timer dinged and Cheyenne asked, “Is the meeting over? I need to—”

“Meeting adjourned.” I pretended to hit the table with an imaginary gavel. “You are dismissed.”

My sister smiled and rolled her eyes as she stood.

“Can I help you with anything?” Reagan started to stand but I held her in place.

“No!” Cheyenne waved her hand. “I’ve got it.”

“No.” I whispered in Reagan’s ear as I squeezed her ass. “I got it.”

She side-eyed me as she shook her head as her lips curled. “Stop.”

I winked at her at the same time a loud chime I didn’t recognize rang out.

“What’s that?” I asked Cheyenne thinking it was some sort of alarm.

My sister shrugged.

Reagan tilted her head to the side. “I think that’s your doorbell.”

“Oh. I’ve never heard it before.” I stood and scooped Reagan into my arms, cradling her.

She gasped as she threw her arms around my neck. “What are you doing?”

“Checking to see if you’re right.”

“Put me down.” She squirmed, giggling as I rounded the corner.

I couldn’t see clearly through the screen but I was able to tell from the outline that there was a man in a suit standing there.

“Reagan.” The man spoke her name and Reagan’s entire body stiffened as her head spun toward the sound.

“Blaine?” she breathed as I set her feet on the ground.

So many questions were flying around in my head at the situation I was being presented with. The main one being: What in the hell was Reagan’s ex doing on my porch?

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