Page 16 of The Good Billionaire

“Life. Our jobs. My job, really. She’s on a rock-steady schedule.”

“You’ve been together a long time.”

“I know, and it’s worth saving, right?”

“Maybe being together this weekend, you guys will come up with a solution you hadn’t seen before. Being angry can cloudyour judgment.” Fixing his suit jacket, Tristan said, “I have to get my staff all set for this weekend. Everyone’s getting here soon.”

Luke had sent his private jet early that morning to collect Harts from all over the country. Luke and Tristan’s mom, my sweet Aunt Marissa in Florida. My parents in Atlanta, and Savannah and her fiancé along with his brother, the best man, in Cincinnati. All the people Kennedy and I were lying to this weekend. Pretending nothing was wrong. Pretending Kennedy hadn’t moved out and wasn’t living in the West Village somewhere.

I stifled a laugh at Luke waltzing in the hotel lobby, his golden blond hair all askew, his tuxedo wrinkled, and the bowtie undone. Not exactly the pristine put-together piece of work who’d left here twelve hours ago.

“Don’t say a word, Seb.” Luke waved a finger at me as he disappeared down the hallway to the elevators.

I checked my watch and headed out into the cold snap to get Kennedy her favorite egg sandwich for breakfast.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Kennedy

The hot spray hit my skin, and I winced in pain until it felt delightful. An hour of sleep never felt so good. Soon enough, pangs of regret from having sex with my soon-to-be ex-husband would start to kick me in the stomach.

Toweling off, I heard the apartment door open and determined footsteps sounded down the long hallway. I needed coffee and food. And to tell Seb, this wasn’t happening again.

I hated this purgatory he’d kept me in because he wouldn’t sign the divorce papers. Not that I needed the divorce. I had zero plans to get married again.

Groaning, I found my clothes from last night. The sheer blouse, tight skirt, lace bra, and matching thong lay scattered all over the bedroom floor. I slid all that lace on yesterday morning never imagining I’d be staring at them on the floor of a freaking Hart penthouse apartment.

Keeping my long blonde hair wet, I brushed it out thanks to the comb I kept in my purse. I left the bedroom in a towel to find Seb.

In the living room, the tall body stilled me. Skin. That’s all I saw. Wide shoulders, smooth muscular back, and a sexy curve down to a delicious naked bubble butt. Okay, how could it hurt to bite and kiss it one more time?

Hang on, my brain fuzzed out.

Why had Seb gotten naked in the living room?

My naked God tensed up and turned around.

“Jesus!” Grayson shrieked and covered his crotch. “Kennedy?”

The rumor the youngest Hart brother had a thing for walking around naked had been proven true. “Hey there, Grayson,” I managed, staring at his angled pecs and grooved abs.

He sauntered up to me. “If this is some kind of game to get back at Seb for being a jerk, baby, I’m on board.”

I laughed. The Hart brothers were rakes and playboys. They’d all flirted with me, but only on the surface to see if they could make me blush. “If Seb hadn’t worn me out all last night, I might have said yes.”

“Really?” His voice got low sounding terrified that I’d called his bluff.

“No.” I wanted to lean in for a kiss hello. I hadn’t seen Grayson in nearly a year. But he was naked and I was in a towel. “Tristan said you were...somewhere else.” I tried to putmy eyessomewhere else, but the man was breathtaking.

“I’m home this weekend for the wedding.” He shifted from side to side, all while holding his junk.

I glanced back at the hallway leading to the bedrooms. “Oh shoot. Do you have a...a date here?”

“Not right now.” He dropped his hands.

“Grayson!” I blinked. “I’m still standing here.”

“You’re a doctor.” He waved my concern away. “Nothing you haven’t seen before.”

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