Call You Mine (The Baker’s Creek Billionaire Brothers #4) - Claudia Burgoa Page 0,106

roles within the company. We’re not retired, but we’re not going back to the field. I guess none of us really thought about mortality until one of us had a brush with death. On the other hand, Vance might join The Organization once the Baker’s Creek sentence is lifted.

As we’re about to approach the coffee shop, I spot Grace chatting with Hadley. I’ve seen her only twice since we came to Baker’s Creek. G and I have joked about her being a ghost. We know she’s real only because Seth ran a background check on her before my brothers offered her the position.

“How’s she working out for you?”

“Arden adores her,” he states. The tone is a little off.

“So, we like her,” I tease him.

“She’s my son’s caregiver,” he mumbles under his breath.

“I mean, she’s cute,” I say with disdain. “If you’re into the whole petite-curvy-honey-colored-hair-girl-next-door vibe.”

He growls.

“Just give me a call. I’ll teach them a lesson,” Grace says as we’re approaching them.

“Who are you maiming?” I ask, instead of saying, your license to kill has been revoked. This town takes everything too literal.

After the explosion in my studio, they’re speculating about what happened. Some say I was trying to cash in on the insurance money because I’m broke. Also, I’m an alcoholic—thank you tabloids for posting and printing shit about me after my accident.

“Some women who think we’re still in high school,” Grace answers, pushing herself on her tiptoes and kissing me.

“Have you met Hadley?”

“Daddy!” Arden screams and extends his arms when he spots Mills.

“Hey, sport,” he says, lifting him up and twirling him a couple of times.

“Hadley, I’m Beacon. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” I extend my hand.

She gives me a shy smile. “I hope you’re doing much better.”

I nod. “You know what we should do?”

Grace frowns. “Take a break?”

“I was thinking of going to the park.”

Arden’s eyes open wide. “Bark!”

“Park,” Hadley says, emphasizing the p.

Mill glares at me. “Beac, I don’t have time.”

“I can take him,” Hadley intercedes, reaching out for Arden. “Maybe we can go home for your tricycle and you can drive all the way to the park.”

Arden nods a couple of times.

“After what happened, you shouldn’t go by yourself,” Grace intercedes, then looks at Mills. “You need to go with them, okay. I need to take this guy home to rest in bed.”

“I’m all for missionary,” I say.

“Well, then join me, handsome.” She curls her index finger and I follow right behind.

“What happened to Hadley?”

She looks around and shakes her head. “Let’s just say she doesn’t have any fond memories of growing up in Baker’s Creek.”

“That usually does the trick,” I agree and remain quiet until we reach the mansion. “Do you think they look good together?”

“Hadley and Mills?” She shakes her head. “I don’t see matchmaking in your future.”

“I’ve never tried it before,” I protest.

She turns around and smiles at me. “She’s nice. She likes Arden, but she’s leaving soon. Our boy already has enough heartache to get through to add another one. Same with your brother.”

Is she right? I want to see everyone I know happy. Mills said it before, he feels lonely. I want him to find what I have with Grace. He and his little boy deserve it.

“He’ll meet the one when it’s time,” she assures me. “We just can’t meddle with love. I had a lot of people trying to find me someone and it wore me out.”

“You had the one right in front of you.”

She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me hard. “I did, which is why I never felt alone until you had to stay here, and I realized I was missing something—more like someone. My other half.”

“One day, I’m going to ask you to marry me.” I release one of the crutches and snake my arm around her waist. “Where do you want to live?”

“Do we have to choose one place in particular, or can we be gypsies who travel all over the world and visit our families when we aren’t playing?”

“We can do anything you want,” I offer. “The sky is the limit.”

“I only want to be with you,” she whispers, holding me tight.

Grace’s Epilogue

Every night, we spend it practicing music—Beacon with a different instrument while I play the cello. He still can’t play guitar. Mom and I have talked about this, and we believe it’s a mental block. It’s something he has to work out on his own.

Once we’re all tired out, we get tangled in each other’s bodies and