Call You Mine (The Baker’s Creek Billionaire Brothers #4) - Claudia Burgoa Page 0,84

a suit. If it’s their turn to cook, clean, or wash dishes, they do it.

“What?” I ask, confused, as I dry my hands.

“I went out for a run and I saw a couple of men coming out of the house,” he answers.

“It could be my brother, a cousin…” I pause, shrugging. “It’s hard to tell.”

“Would they come in without telling you?”

I nod. “Yeah. Before Beacon had a place here, we always crashed at Tucker’s,” I answer, trying not to lie more. “Remember that time you flew to Seattle and Beacon just handed you the keys to his house? It’s the same.”

It’s true that we never ask to go to each other’s vacation homes—not that I own one.

“Well, if you’re ever in Colorado, you can crash in my apartment,” Leyla informs me.

Pierce frowns. “You still have it?”

“I told you last week,” she says. “We should go to Colorado to get that packed. I need my books. You said, ‘Let’s save the days we have left for when this is over. Maybe we should keep it so we don’t have to stay in a hotel.’”

Pierce yawns. “I’m sleep deprived.”

Since it’s time for me to take charge of Arden and Carter, I ask, “Where’s Carter?”

“He’s in the nursery,” Leyla answers. “My son likes to nap during the day so he can save all his energy to stay awake all night long.”

We all laugh.

“I remember Arden doing the same,” Mills adds, staring at his son who is playing in the living room. “It goes away as they get older.”

“It does?” I smirk and look at Beacon. “Yet, you still have it.”

Henry high fives me. “Keep this one around.”

Beacon puts his arm around me and hugs me tight. “I plan on it.”

Everyone leaves for work, except Mills, who gives me a list with Arden’s schedule.

“He has a schedule?” I stare at it. “Lucky me, it doesn’t have hockey practice at five.”

“We’d need the ice arena to be finished. That’s not happening until April,” he says.

“You’re building an arena?”

He nods. “It’s the first step. I don’t even know if I’m going to be able to play again. The Orcas released me from my contract.”

“Just buy the team with the money you receive from the inheritance,” I joke. “Then you can do whatever you want, even move them to Portland.”

He frowns. I’ve seen that look. Beacon has it every time I joke, and he thinks I just solved world hunger.

“It’s something to consider,” he says.

“Do you want me to teach him how to play music while I’m here?”

“He’s too young to understand.”

“It’s more like an introduction,” I amend. “We could always start speaking to him in French.”

He looks at me and smiles. “As long as you don’t teach him how to conjugate the word fuck, I’m fine.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

“Is it? Because last year Pierce taught him how to say, ‘What the fuck’ and the kid says it more often than I’d like to listen to it.”

“It’s ‘Du’fu,’” I correct him. “Probably French, for you don’t make sense.”

He shakes his head and waves at Arden. “I’m leaving, sport. Be nice to Aunt Grace.”

“G!” he exclaims, pointing at me.

“Okay, buddy, let’s get to work. We have a full day with activities that include bubble making, finger painting, and most importantly, nap time.”

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Beacon

In my line of work, a day is a long time. A week can be considered a year. One can plan an entire operation in a week. It’s been almost three weeks since the Vance incident. We still have a team searching for his old unit.

Do I want to kill my brother for calling his ex?

Sure, but Grace forbade me from doing it. She said it’s my fault for being careless when I showed her the security room—or what she loves to call my game room.

Is she right?

I prefer not to dwell on that small detail. The woman is always right.

Baker’s Creek was secured when I came to live here full time. It’s just a precaution. As the boss always says, we wipe our tracks, but we have to be careful.

It’s dinnertime when my phone rings. Sophia glares at me. I ignore it, but it rings again.

“It might be important,” I say.

“We have a rule.”

The phone rings again, and this time it’s Grace’s phone. “It is an emergency,” she declares, pulling her phone out of her pocket.

She shows it to me. The screen has a picture of Seth.

“Hey, little brother.”

Her eyes open wide, she nods. “Dad’s with you?” There is another nod. She looks at me and sighs.