Page 36 of Dark Secrets

Viv’s mouth quirked up at the corner, but her eyes narrowed on his face before she gestured to her husband across the room. “Aidan told you, didn’t he?”

James blinked big, innocent eyes at her. “Told me what?”

Laughing, Viv gave his arm a gentle shove. “He’s the worst at keeping secrets, that one. My penance for demanding complete honesty, I guess.”

“Your secret is safe with me,” James assured her.

“What secret?” Evie refilled her wineglass and joined them. “The one that you’re pregnant?”

Viv cut a sharp look at her husband. “Aidan! Did you tell the entire family? Or just these two?” She hooked a thumb at James and Evie.

“We all know you’re pregnant,” Brogan replied.

“I did not tell them!” Aidan insisted when Viv gave an angry squeak. “Well, I told James. But in my defense, I was sleep deprived.”

“What’s the point of my party now?” Viv sighed. “I’ll have to cancel.”

“Why?” Libby was curled up on the couch next to Brogan. “We like parties.”

“How did you guys even figure it out?” Viv grumbled.

Aidan held his hand out to her, and she crossed the room, stepping into his arms. “You’re not drinking right now, princess. They’re not idiots.”

“That’s how I put it together. You didn’t order wine when we had lunch the other day.”

Viv frowned at Evie. “I don’talwaysorder wine.”

“You’re Italian,” Evie replied, as if that simple fact invalidated Viv’s entire argument.

“She’s not wrong.” Libby grinned into her own glass of Pinot at Viv’s frustrated huff. “Congratulations, by the way.”

Aidan laid his hands on his wife’s stomach and grinned. “Thank you.”

“Who else has a secret they want to share?”

“James is dating again,” Aidan supplied.

“That’s not a secret.” James took another sip. “I’m sure half the syndicate knows by now.”

“Definitely old news, but quite the hot topic among the single ladies, I’m told.”

James rolled his eyes, eager to talk about anything else but his love life. Especially since the only woman he wanted right now was currently very off limits and sleeping in his guest bedroom.

“Where are the rest of us?” James wondered.

“Cait was picking up something for Evan’s birthday party, and Declan is grabbing Sean from the airport. They should be here any minute,” Evie said.

As if on cue, he heard the echo of voices drifting down the hallway before all three of them appeared in the doorway.

“Just the people we were waiting for.” Evie turned her face up to Declan’s for a kiss. “How was the flight?” she asked Sean.

Sean crossed to the minibar, pouring himself a shot of whiskey and downing it with a hiss before answering. “I fucking hate that thing.”

“See!” Evie jabbed a finger in the air. “We need to get rid of that damned helicopter and get a jet.”

“So you’ve said a million times,” Declan replied as a maid stepped into the room to announce dinner was ready.

“It’s happening,” Evie assured him.

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