Call You Mine (The Baker’s Creek Billionaire Brothers #4) - Claudia Burgoa Page 0,58
ever wins it.
“So, how did that turn out?” I ask curiously.
“It was good in the beginning. Then it turned messy for a couple of weeks until he pulled his head out from his ass.”
“So, you dated him?”
“More like I married the man. We have three kids,” she responds.
“Interesting.” I try not to gloat, but what she’s saying is that it worked out for her.
My parents have been together for a long time. I didn’t know they were just fooling around. It adds a layer to the “we were friends first” tale they always tell us.
And if it worked for them, it might work out for me too.
“I’m concerned about what’s going to happen after because I know you two are close, and he’s not family material. Your dad is concerned because he thinks this might end up bad for other reasons. Either way, I want you to reconsider your plan.”
“What reasons?” I ask, curious about his motives.
“Your safety for one. He’s famous, and we know how his groupies react when there is some news of him dating.”
“If you recall, he handles his private life.” I pause and sigh. “Listen, he wouldn’t let anything happen to me.”
This is not a joke. Beacon has always been watching over me.
“Why are you doing this?”
“Because it feels right, Mom. It always felt right, but we never dared to take that leap.”
After a long silence, she says, “Call me if you need me.”
“Love you, Mom.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Grace
This is the first time I set foot in this house. Beacon gave me a virtual tour over the phone so I could have an idea about the setting. The walls are a cream color. They remind me of beach sand. The flooring is dark wood. The furniture I bought is already here. It’s just a sofa, an oversized couch, and a dining room table and chairs. According to the text Mane sent earlier, my bed is already in my bedroom.
I walk through the place and find boxes in each room. The guys put my luggage in the main room and the packages they brought inside the second room.
Mozart isn’t in the house. When I text the guys to ask about him, Mane answers that he’s in the studio with them. He’s not familiar with the place. They didn’t want to leave him alone. Since I don’t have to worry about him until later, I shower and dress.
I choose a long black skirt, a halter top, and take out one of the thick parkas to protect me from the cold weather. I pick a pair of knee-high boots and add a little touch, a garter to hold my stockings.
Right as I wrap my purple scarf around my neck, Beacon rings the doorbell. When I open it, my heart skips a few beats. It’s not that he looks handsome—he always does. He’s holding a red rose and a small box.
“Hey, stranger,” I greet him, taking the rose and the box.
“So, are you finally taking me seriously?” he asks, kissing my nose.
I arch an eyebrow, not understanding his question.
“Your dad called. He threatened to kill me in my sleep.” He gives me that shrug that says, I just deduced. “Sounds like you told him I’m more than the string of guys you like to send to the hospital because they complimented your shoes.”
I glare at him. “It was one time!”
He bursts into laughter. “Sorry, I couldn’t help it.”
Since he’s talking about Dad. I ask, “What’s that duty you never talked about?”
He sighs. “Can we have dinner first? I need to woo you, make you fall in love, and then afterward, I’ll tell you. I have a feeling that you’re going to decimate me.”
That answer doesn’t make sense for some. To me, it is the piece I need to solve the puzzle. Everything is so clear. Why my parents are so concerned about the outcome. Why Dad’s so apprehensive and threatened to replace him. Why Beacon is always too protective.
“Are you kidding me, Beacon Aldridge,” I say, glaring at him.
He’s right about one thing. I might kick his ass for agreeing with my father. They know I can take care of myself.
Or they never trusted me.
“When did it start?”
He scratches his eyebrow and swallows hard.
“I have a wild guess that it happened when we moved to New York,” I state. “Because there’s no other way my father would let me out of his sight if not by entrusting me to one of his security details.”