Page 67 of The Billionaire Player

“Okay. I believe you. I honestly didn’t think you had, but I needed to hear you say it,” I said.

“I promise you, I didn’t. We will get to the bottom of this, together,” he said.

JD held out his hand in front of me, as if he was waiting to see if I agreed. He was asking and saying a lot in the single gesture. By the look in his eyes, he knew exactly what he was asking and what he wanted my answer to be.

He was telling me that he wanted us to be together, really together. Whatever that would mean but that was a discussion for another time. Whatever happened with his father, he wanted me next to him when he found out.

“Okay.” I took his hand and he squeezed it tightly as we headed out of his apartment and over to his parents’ place.

The walk over to JD’s parents’ house was a bit tense. I kept going over what I said to JD and tried to find some holes in it. I wasn’t completely sure that Remy had done this but all the signs were pointing that he had.

I felt better knowing that JD wasn’t involved. I wasn’t sure what that said about his family or his father, but I was glad that he wanted to confront it head on. Remy seemed like a reasonable man, but I had no idea how he would take us confronting him about this. My anger had dissipated a little when I had talked to JD. If I had thought about it, it was why I had gone to him. I needed to hear his explanation, I needed to hear what he was thinking. That he wanted to get to the bottom of this as quickly as possible made me feel a little better about the whole situation, though I still wasn’t completely okay with it.

When we got to his parents’ house, JD gave me a soft smile, squeezed my hand, and then we walked up to his parents’ steps. He knocked but then immediately opened up the door, as he had done the first time we had been there.

As soon as we walked in, we heard his mother call out “Hello?” I turned once I was past the door to see her and Remy sitting in the living room. They looked cozy and happy as they each were reading a book and sitting next to each other on the couch. Remy had his hand on the top of MaryBeth’s thigh.

They both smiled at us when they saw who was there. MaryBeth closed her book and looked at us, while Remy took off his glasses and sat up.

“Well, isn’t this a pleasant surprise? We didn’t think we’d see you both until Sunday dinner,” MaryBeth said.

“Is everything okay? Did something happen with the article? A new development?” Remy asked.

“No. Nothing has changed on that front,” JD said.

“Oh good,” Remy said and relaxed.

“But we did want to talk to you about something,” JD said.

“Certainly. Come on in. Have a seat,” Remy said, motioning to the couch in front of him and MaryBeth.

JD squeezed my hand and we both sat down on the couch. MaryBeth settled back down next to Remy but looked at us expectantly.

“Can I get you something to drink? A snack?” MaryBeth asked.

“I’m good,” I said.

“Something must be going on for you two to be coming here in the middle of the day,” MaryBeth said.

“Why did you want Lexi to do the article? Why did you have Charlie tell her to concentrate on me?” JD asked.

I looked over at JD, surprised that he would just come out and ask his father as soon as we sat down. I figured we would at least done some small talk before getting right down to the point of our visit.

“Which one of you figured it out?” Remy asked.

JD sighed and shook his head. “So, it’s true? You had Uncle Charlie put Lexi on the article in the hopes that we would hit it off?” he asked.

“There was always the possibility,” Remy stated.

“You knew about this?” JD asked his mother.

“It’s high time you settled down, started getting serious about life, and not just your restaurant. We were so happy to have you home, both you and Bailey. I could see how much you had changed, you had matured, but you closed yourself off with starting the restaurant. You were so focused on that and nothing else. We were worried about you,” MaryBeth said to JD.

“So, you thought you would sic a reporter on me to get me out of my rut?” he asked.

“Not a reporter, a woman who shared your drive, your desire, your passion,” Remy said.

“How did you figure that? You didn’t even know me,” I said.

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