Page 85 of Destined Lovers

“You want to name Maeve’s dog Bacon?” Wills laughs.

“Uh-huh.” She giggles. “Bacon, the puppy.”

Maeve reaches for her tablet. “Love it.” then goes for her puppy again, and he lies on the tray of her wheelchair while she and Charlie rub his belly.

“Well… welcome to the family, little Bacon.”

* * *

“Good morning, Mr. Taylor, Mr. Buckley.”

“Morning,” we say in unison to our receptionist as we stroll intoThe Taylored Group.

“What were you and Sadie talking about when I got to breakfast? I forgot to ask in the car.” Wills takes a sip of his coffee, eyeing me over the cup.

“No clue what you’re talking about.” I turn to go into my office, hoping to ignore him, only no such luck, he follows me. He’s like a dog on a bone and tries to find out what’s going on with me every day. Luckily, Sadie has kept everything that’s gone on with Nora between us. I don’t need pity from anyone, and I’m not ready to explain the whole story.

His phone pings and he rolls his eyes in dramatics.

“What’s that face for?”

“There you two cocksuckers are. Meet me in my office in ten,” Jackson says, popping his head in the doorway, then walks off.

“Him,” Wills deadpans. “He’s the reason for the face and the headache building.”

“Can you not scream cocksuckers in the office, for fuck’s sake,” Wills yells after Jackson.

“But you can scream fuck? And it’s Saturday. There are a total of five people here, including us. Ten minutes!”

Wills shakes his head. “Why did I hire him again?”

I smirk. “Because he’s going to be your brother-in-law, and he’s good at his job. Plus, you can’t help but love the bloke, even if he’s a fecking eejit half the time.”

We walk into Jackson’s office, and he’s texting a mile a minute with a mischievous grin plastered on his face.

“Who are you sexting over there, arsehole?” Wills asks as we both lean back on Jackson’s office couch.

“Fuck if I know,” he continues to type. I turn my head toward Wills, and he’s mumbling something under his breath at Jackson.

“Care to elaborate?” I ask, but he doesn’t answer.

“If I die an early death, it’s going to be because of him. You know this, right?” Wills mutters, and I can barely hold back my laughter. Always so dramatic.

Jackson finally lifts his head, rolling his lips, trying to hide his smirk, and failing miserably.

“Some chick just sent me a picture of her tits telling me they miss my mouth,”

“Who was it?” Wills asks.

“No clue. That’s the best part. Adds to the mystery of it all.” His phone dings again.

“Some rando is sexting you nudes, and you have no clue who it is, and you’re answering her? Please tell me you didn’t send her one back.”

“Hell yes, I did. Only from the waist down, don’t worry.”

“How fucking stupid can you be? You’re going to be plastered all overUK Daily Mailtomorrow. I’ll put a million pounds on it.”

“Don’t be so dramatic, dad.”

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