Call You Mine (The Baker’s Creek Billionaire Brothers #4) - Claudia Burgoa Page 0,90
won’t spread.
The land bots found explosives around the house. My biggest concern at the moment is Beacon and the mission. Nathan and Lang will be with them—via drones. They are aware it’s a trap. Leaving someone behind isn’t optional.
When the authorities leave, Dad says, “I’m staying until the team is back. We’ll be at the hotel. The security room has the equipment necessary to oversee it.”
Henry looks at him, then at me, and shakes his head. “I feel like you should give me my money back for letting you run your business from mine.”
Dad grins. “Just think about it as a good cause—we’re not charging you for monitoring your properties. That’s usually a lot extra.”
“What’s next?” Pierce asks.
“Stay where you are at until we have neutralized the threat,” I order.
“There’s still a threat?” Henry asks, looking at the angry flames trying to reach the sky.
I nod.
“Is Beacon okay?” he asks, concerned.
“He’ll be fine,” I assure him.
I’m not sure how my voice comes out because Dad grabs my hand and squeezes it. Okay, so I’m worried about him. The guy is walking into a trap. I trust him—all of the team. Still, a lot of things can go wrong. I’m not there to help. I feel useless—powerless.
“We have to discuss this with the lawyer.” Pierce clears his throat. “Fuck, how do I explain that we were out.”
“Easy. You went to hang out with the Heywoods, and Sophia went to check on her parents’ place.”
“You must’ve skipped curfew several times,” he jokes, then looks at Dad, who growls. “Or not. I’m sure she’s a great kid.”
We approach Jerome, and Pierce says, “A word, please.”
I don’t hear what is said. I can only see a couple of nods from Parrish and the worry on his face.
“It’s all good. We are allowed to stay away until the security team allows us to come back in, and it won’t affect the stipulations.”
Dad looks at me. “Where do you want to be?”
The security room, with Beacon… “I don’t know.”
“You should come with us,” Pierce suggests. “Mozzy is there along with the kids.”
“That’s a good idea,” I say and hug Dad. “Call me when you have good news, Dad.”
All night I pace back and forth. I haven’t heard anything from Beacon, Dad, or anyone for that matter. Around six in the morning, Henry arrives at the house.
“You woke up early,” he says.
“I haven’t gone to sleep yet.”
“You should,” Blaire, who is climbing down the stairs, prompts me. “I don’t like to be that doctor, but it’s best if you follow the simple recommendations to stay healthy.”
“I eat well.”
“Your sleeping habits aren’t that…” She pauses and smirks. “They leave me wondering if you’re following the medical advice.”
“Often,” I answer with a word that makes no sense. I often disregard it. I usually follow it, but it all depends on the day.
“What do you have there, Henry?” she asks, staring at the box he holds.
“Casseroles,” he answers.
“You’re a married man,” I remind him.
Since they moved in, the single women have been dropping off food at their home every day. Well, they only do it to flirt with the single Aldridges.
“It’s actually for the family.”
“For us?” Blaire asks, confused. “That’s nice, but why?”
He arches an eyebrow. “You don’t know about it?”
“The studio?” she asks. “Everyone knows. I felt the shake and saw the flames. I am glad no one was inside when it happened.”
“I just wish someone can update me on what’s happening with Beacon.”
Henry looks at me. “They didn’t tell you?”
My stomach drops, and I shake my head.
“Your dad called around midnight asking if we could set up him and his team with some rooms—he offered to pay. I didn’t accept it, though. They saved my family. I owe them a lot.”
“Why would they want to stay?”
“There’s a change of plans about the operation. Something about waiting for the right time,” Henry explains to us. “Vance stayed up all night. He’s been in the security room, monitoring the area along with other people from the nerd something.”
“Okay, let me go and see if they can update me.”
I make my way to The Lodge and enter the room where Vance is, staring at the screens.
“Are you okay?”
He shakes his head.
“Can I help you?”
He turns around and stares at me for a few beats before he speaks. “Your dad had me talking to a therapist for an hour. She said, ‘Call me when you’re ready for your next session.’”