Call You Mine (The Baker’s Creek Billionaire Brothers #4) - Claudia Burgoa Page 0,48

one saying that nonsense since he said, “We’re better as friends.”

Beacon: I always make that clear. You and I don’t have any familial ties. There’s a huge difference between growing up close and being siblings.

Grace: Yes, I remember you always denied my statement. Why?

Beacon: If I had a sister, I would never imagine her naked as I do with you.

I gasp, staring at the phone. Well, at least I’m not alone in the wanting to do a lot more than kissing department. Again, why did he call it off?

Grace: You imagine me naked?

Beacon: Often, and the things I do to you are sinful and hot. I could demonstrate—when we’re ready.

Grace: Maybe that’s a bad idea.

Beacon: Hey, I’ll call you later tonight. I’m in the middle of a boring meeting with the fam. Apparently, we’re about to launch a new line of chocolate, and I am the spokesperson.

Grace: You shouldn’t be texting.

Beacon: :eye roll emoji: You contacted me.

Grace: Since when do you answer my texts right away?

Beacon: Always, unless I’m too busy. Miss you, G.

I stare at the phone and try to remember the times he ignored my messages. I scroll up and there are barely any unanswered texts.

Chapter Twenty

Grace

The rest of the day goes by quickly. I spend all my afternoon practicing cello. At five, I drive to my parents. Mom invited me to dinner since I’m leaving soon. I’ve yet to tell Dad about my plans. I can see him wanting to move in with me. That’d be the worst idea in the history of the world because he’d be cockblocking me, the same way that Beacon does with almost any guy I date.

Ugh, the men in my life are infuriating.

Around eight, I arrive home. I’m about to go to the music room when Leyla, Pierce’s wife, calls.

“Hey,” I answer. “Are you calling because baby Carter needs to listen to my voice?”

Her son is the most loving little boy in the world. He’s only eight weeks old, but I would do anything for him. I can spend hours rocking him and singing lullabies.

She laughs. “He’s too concerned about naps and his formula to think about you. I’m actually calling because Beacon mentioned you’re moving in with us.”

“Ha, he wishes,” I say, wondering what he told them. “I’m renting a house nearby. Moving is such a broad term, but yes, I’ll be living in Baker’s Creek for a few months.”

Beacon and I didn’t discuss the length, but I can’t see myself leaving home for an entire year.

“We are in desperate need of someone to help us with Arden and Carter,” she says. “I was wondering if you could do it for us. In case you’re wondering, Pierce already checked with Jerome Parrish, and he said that family friends are acceptable.”

“As long as he knows that I am just a family friend.”

“Afraid to be stuck in Baker’s Creek because you’re the heartthrob’s significant other?”

“Not again,” I complain, because she, Blaire, and Sophia insist that something is going on between Beacon and me, but we’re in denial. “We’re just friends.”

Friends who are about to start dating. Friends who kissed with the passion of a thousand suns. Friends who got naked and almost fucked. Should I tell her?

“That’s not what we heard,” she states.

I groan. “What do you mean?”

“Beacon mentioned something about you two finally dating.”

“Ugh.” I deflate and plop myself on the couch.

Mozzy leaps onto my lap and rubs his head against my hand so I’ll pet him.

“He’s helping me with my disastrous dating life,” I clarify.

She laughs. “Sure, let’s call it that. I’ve never heard about your so-called dating life. Is that even a thing? You two are always together. If not, you’re on the phone texting each other or on a video call.”

Clearing her throat, she says, “You know, like couples do.”

The way she says it sounds weird. She’s wrong. We’re not.

“I thought you wanted me to help you with your baby?”

Leyla clears her throat. “Yes, I do. Fine. If you want me to lie and pretend that I don’t find that plan ridiculous, I will. You two refuse to face the facts.”

“There aren’t any facts to analyze,” I argue, but my voice doesn’t come out as strong as usual.

Should I look more into my friendship with Beac?

“Ah, to be young and in denial.”

“No comment.” I huff.

“I want to believe you. Tell me what you are going to accomplish with this nonsense?”

I ignore the word nonsense and I tell her all about my brilliant plan. At least it was great