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Chapter 25

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The slip out had gone according to plan. I’d kept my distance from the guys that night, which hadn’t been too hard to do; after what’d gone down that day, no one had really been in the mood for conversation.

Once the guys were all in bed, it was a simple matter of packing my things and heading out. The house at night was strange—the staff in their housing quarters, the place completely quiet, the modern look of the mansion making it feel like a starship sailing silently through space.

It’d hurt like hell when I’d taken my last look at Bobby. I hadn’t been able to resist stopping by his room and peeking in, watching the little man sleep. He’d had nothing to do with any of it, just a poor kid caught up in a crazy situation he couldn’t possibly understand. After sneaking quietly into his room and planting a soft kiss on his chubby little cheek, I was off, tears in my eyes.

Unsure whether or not the house would alert my departure, I cautiously slipped out one of the side doors where the staff went in and out of. From there the path around the house led down to the beach, which was a twenty-minute walk from Louveciennes. There, bag at my side, I’d stopped into a small bar and ordered myself a glass of wine while I waited for my taxi. From there, it was a quick drive to Nice.

“I don’t understand. You’re leaving already?” Mom was confused. The next afternoon I was at the airport, sitting in one of the lounges with Mom and Dad on the line. “What’s the story? You’ve been there for what, a month, a little more?”

I opened my mouth to reply but realized that I’d been so wrapped up in what was going on with the guys and Amy that I hadn’t taken the time to come up with a story. I mean, what was I supposed to say? That I’d been enjoying a sensual, exciting foursome situation with my bosses and it’d gone all kinds of sideways when Amy had walked in on us? Not a freaking chance in hell I could tell my parents that.

“She’s moving on to her next adventure!” Dad said. “We shouldn’t grill her right before she’s about to take an international flight home.”

Relief washed over me at the idea of not having to explain everything then and there. I didn’t like having to lie to Mom and Dad, but there was simply no way I could tell them the real reason I was cutting my summer in France short. A ten-hour flight would be more than enough time to come up with something.

“You’re right,” Mom replied. “It’s just so sudden and unexpected. A summer in France sounded like heaven.”

“Some stuff came up,” I said. “It just made more sense to come back early, you know?”

“Is everything OK?” Mom asked. “Those guys you were working with… they weren’tweirdor anything, were they?”

How the hell was I supposed to answerthatquestion?

“I’m kind of tired, Mom. Mind if we talk about this when I’m back in the states?”

“Let’s let her relax, hon,” Dad added. “I’m sure she’ll tell us everything when she’s back.”

“I know,” Mom said before asking, “Did you have to pay for your own plane ticket? And where are you planning on staying when you get back to the city?”

“That’s… kind of what I wanted to talk to you guys about.”

“Say no more, kiddo,” Dad replied. “You’ve got your job at the MET to worry about.” A pause. “That’s still on, right?”

“Right.” I smiled as I said the word, pleased that I still had something great to look forward to.

“Then say no more,” Dad said. “Get on your flight, relax, listen to some podcasts or whatever helps clear your mind. While you’re up there, we’ll take care of everything. Thinking we can get you set up with an Airbnb in the Village for a while, then we’ll look at more permanent options once you’re settled in.”

“An Airbnb in the Village?” Mom asked. “Talk about rolling out the red carpet.”

“She’s starting her career. Nothing’s too good for my little girl. Last thing we want is for her to be worried about living in some flophouse with roaches crawling everywhere.”

“Good point, I suppose. And your father’s right—try to relax on the flight home and come back refreshed, get settled in before starting at the MET. We can talk more after, OK?”

“Thanks, guys. I really appreciate it, seriously. And I love you both.”

“Same to you,” Dad said. “Check your email, I’ll forward the place’s information to you. And don’t take the subway when you land! Get an Uber.”

“Dad, I can handle the subway.”

“And it worries me that you can. Last time I was in New York I saw a guy on the F sitting by himself with no pants on singingRow, Row, Row Your Boat. Not the kind of thing I want my little girl to be around.”

I laughed, the three of us saying our goodbyes to one another. I released a long sign when the call was over, my attention going to the drink in front of me. I’d planned on having a cocktail when I’d sat down at the airport lounge, but as soon as I’d had the menu in front of me I realized that not a single boozy drink sounded good at all. In fact, I’d been having weird stomach issues all day.

Probably because you just flew the coop from your job with three extremely powerful billionaires. Not the best thing for nerves.

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