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He flashed me one more smile before bending over to grab his things, smoothly scooping them up and putting them back into his bag before walking off. When he was near the bend leading back onto the path up to the house, he waved at me one more time over his shoulder before disappearing.

All I could do was stand there, wondering what the hell had just happened.

Chapter 10

Sam

Igroaned when my workshop alarm went off, the noise signaling that I’d been working for three hours straight. I was frustrated, wanting to keep going on the server I’d been tinkering with. However, I’d been around the block enough times to know working without taking a break was a recipe for diminishing returns.

After years of tweaking, I’d figured out that three hours was the maximum amount of time I could spend plugging away before needing to get up to stretch my legs and refill my coffee. My basement workshop was windowless to prevent glare and soundproof to prevent noise intrusions, making it the perfect place to work. Problem was it was also the perfect place to lose all sense of the world outside of it.

I hit the “sleep” button for my workstation, the monitor turning off, then I rose and stretched my back, my joints popping in a deeply satisfying way. Once my coffee cup was in hand, I turned away from my desk. My workshop was something of a mess, the many tables covered in computer parts and other miscellaneous tech gear. I made a mental note to clean it up before heading up the stairs.

The light made me wince as soon as I opened the door.

“Aw, someone coming up out of his cave?” My eyes adjusted enough to see Sean seated at the kitchen island, his laptop open in front of him and a cup of steaming coffee close at hand.

“You know, I’ll never understand how someone who uses Macs has the cojones to say anything smartass to anyone else.” I gave him a playful shove to the shoulder as I passed, setting my eyes on the nearly full coffee pot.

“Hey, they’re easy to use. But you have fun with your virus box.”

I laughed, stepping over to the coffee pot and refilling my mug.

“Am I seeing this right?” he asked, watching me pour. “Is the guy who takes twenty minutes to precision-grind refilling his cup from the noble yet common coffeepot?”

“Caffeine is caffeine. I’m right in the middle of the virtual station optimization for the new OS I’ve been working on, so the good stuff’s going to have to wait.” I glanced over at him, noticing that he was in his swimsuit, a towel draped over his shoulders. “Weren’t you going to the beach?”

“Yeah but I bumped into Gen down there. She was doing a little sunbathing and relaxing, so I decided to give her some privacy. It’s her day off, right? Figured she didn’t want to spend it having her ear talked off by me.”

Neither myself nor my brothers had ever been the type to lie. All the same, I had the distinct impression that there was no small amount of bullshit to his words. Sean was hiding something from me.

I decided not to pry, instead taking a sip of my coffee and looking out of the picture window over the sink, the view going all the way down to Louveciennes . As much as I wanted to spend the rest of the day downstairs, I knew I ought to get out of the house, enjoy a little of the fine weather. A trip into town to grab a few things for dinner sounded nice, a marinara dish on my mind.

Bobby’s babbling flowed in from down the hall and I turned just in time to watch as Seth and Bobby entered, the boy in my brother’s arms.

“Hey, you two! What’s up?”

“Not much.” Seth set Bobby down, and he wasted no time hurrying over to the fridge. I went over to him, placing my hand on his before he had a chance to bang on the fridge door. “I was going to give the little man some lunch, but it’s looking like he’s trying to beat me to it.”

I chuckled, scooping Bobby up and holding him as I pulled open the door. Bobby’s meals were prepared by Elaine, our personal chef. She made them ahead of time, placing them in containers for us to easily grab. I chose the one with the current day’s label and checked it out, seeing that the meal was comprised of a bit of chicken, some snap peas, and fresh fruit.

As I carried Bobby over to his booster seat at the kitchen table, I asked my brothers, “So, everyone adjusting fine to the newest member of the staff?”

Sean’s eyes flashed in a strange way that made it clear there was something going on that had to do with Gen. It didn’t take a brilliant mind to sus out that there was a damn good chance something had happened on the beach.

Had he gone against our agreement, unable to hold out for even a week before putting the moves on her? The mere idea sent a fresh wave of anger running through me that he’d do something so stupid, so self-centered. But I wasn’t about to blow up on him right there in front of Bobby.

“Sure are.” Seth broke the silence as he poured a mug of coffee. “I have to admit, I had my doubts when she first signed on, but damn if she isn’t great with the little guy.”

Bobby smiled as he ate his sliced-up chicken. Since he wasn’t talking, it was hard to say just how much he understood. I had the sense, however, that he knew we were discussing Gen, and that the adorable smile on his face was Bobby’s way of adding his take to the conversation.

“Yeah,” Sean said. “No complaints so far.”

He was being a hell of a lot more terse than usual, and right then I decided that we were going to have a conversation about it.

“Hey house? Can you find Mathilde?”

“Mathilde?” Sean asked. “What do you want with her?”

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