Page 153 of The Billion Heirs Boxed Set
“I’m okay, Miles,” she whispers.
Except she’s not okay. Her gorgeous lips are turned down into a frown, and her eyes are glistening with unshed tears.
“I’m taking you home.”
Sadie sniffles. “I’ve got my car. Jake drove himself.”
Oh yeah. Jake. He can just fucking deal.
“I’ll take you home in your car.”
Sadie fishes in her purse and then hands me her key fob.
This means I don’t have a ride back from her place, but maybe that’s what she’s intending.
I hope that’s what she’s intending, anyway. All I want to do is take care of this woman. Hold her. Run her a hot bath and wash her beautiful skin.
My God, I’ve never wanted that before. I’m not selfish and always putting my needs first, but as far as women are concerned, my MO has always been to fuck and forget.
Before now. Before Sadie.
Now it’s not just about sex—although that’s the most amazing thing—but the whole package. I care about Sadie, and seeing her hurting hurts me.
“We’re going to need to meet in my office first thing Monday morning,” Peterson says.
“Are you talking to me or to your partner?” My voice isn’t kind.
“Both of you. Chance and Sadie. You and Austin are cleared. Nine a.m. sharp, Monday.”
Chance grunts and narrows his gaze.
“I’ll be there. No way Sadie’s handling this alone,” I tell him.
“My lawyer Shankle’s not as pretty as Sadie, but he’ll be there, too,” Chance adds. “He’ll be representing her as well.”
Damned straight. Sadie isn’t rolling in cash like the Bridgers. Or like we will be. No way is she getting anything but the best. Shankle might be annoying, but he knows his stuff.
With Austin and me off Peterson’s list, I can focus better. Honestly, though? My biggest concern right now is Sadie.
That body is her brother. Was her brother.
Her fucking brother, dead on our property. Is there no end to what my esteemed father was capable of? The havoc he wreaked? He has to be the one responsible for this mess. But why? How? How was he connected to Sadie’s brother?
These are questions Peterson is smart enough to figure out, or we’ll have to do it for him.
I walk Sadie out of the pool hall, my arm around her securely. I click the key fob, and we head toward the flashing lights of her car.
Sadie drives a green VW Beetle. I don’t know why, but that simple fact makes me smile, even though I know my long legs are going to be scrunched up in that front seat.
I open the passenger side door and help her get in, and then I enter the car on the driver's side. It’s a manual transmission.
Sadie drives a stick. That’s really cool. A small thing, but I fall even harder for her in that moment.
The drive to her place only takes a few minutes since Bayfield is so fucking small, and I help her out of the car. Lead her into her apartment, unlocking the door with the keys I didn’t give back.
“What can I do for you?” I ask once we’re inside her apartment.
It looks just as I left it this morning. When I left in anger. When she held off on telling Peterson about us until she was forced to.
