Page 17 of The Good Billionaire

“She’s a fucking anesthesiologist, Gray,” Seb bellowed, charging into the living room with a white bakery bag and a tray of coffees. “Not a urologist or proctologist. Please put some clothes on.”

“This is my damn apartment. Did you bringmeany food?”

Seb put down the bag and coffees on the open kitchen counter. “No. Tristan said you were out gallivanting. That’s why we’re in your apartment. The villas were booked.”

“Which bed did you use?” Gray asked.

“That one.” Kennedy pointed to the right.

“Interesting.” He scratched his chin, still not covering up.

“Which is your room, Gray?” Seb asked, moving in front of me. “I’m sorry if we violated your space.”

“No problem.” Gray slapped Seb’s chest and headed back toward the bedrooms. He bent over and grabbed a duffle bag from the floor with a pair of jeans and a plaid shirt hanging from the sides.

Seb shook his head and glanced over his shoulder. “Sorry about that.”

“We should get going. Give him his apartment back.”

“We’re supposed to be staying here at the hotel, though. That was the plan, Kenna.”

“Right.” I nodded tightly, looking in the bag he brought in. The smell of eggs, cheese, and bacon made my mouth water. My favorite, damn him.

Seb exhaled. “Can you please get dressed? Both you and Gray naked in the same apartment gets me very nervous. I’ll get us some plates and napkins.”

“Like this?” I dropped the towel and skipped back to my room, laughing.

“That’s not funny, Kennedy!” Seb hollered as I scampered away, giggling.

Sleeping with Seb wouldn’t help with my divorce quest. Threatening to sleep with one of his cousins gave me a better shot. Although, there wasn’t a man I wanted more than Seb. I wantedhim. Home with me every night and not poking athletes.

In the bedroom, I slipped my clothes back on then found Seb in Gray’s kitchen. I smiled, noticing his clothes from last night, trousers, dress shirt, and sports jacket were as adorably wrinkled as mine. A far cry from the polished look he maintained nowadays. I’d met that guy in jeans and tee-shirts goofing off in medical school. Now he was a famous surgeonanda billionaire.

In a kitchen of stainless-steel appliances and bright red subway tiles with matching pendants over the breakfast bar, I stared at the food. “You know what, give the other sandwich to Gray, I’m gonna head out. I need to pack up in time to take Savannah to the dress shop. We have an appointment to grab our dresses shortly after she gets into town.”

“I was kind of hoping I could tag along with you guys today. That is...what I would have done, Kenna.”

I stared at him, biting back the comment that he probably wouldn’t have taken the entire weekend off for his sister if he rarely had taken a day off forme. “Okay.”

He nudged the plate toward me. “Eat something. Then we’ll leave together and meet back here.”

The entire family was staying on PH2, a floor with six villas below that one. Needing strength, I bit into the sandwich. That chemistry when Seb looked at me for more than thirty seconds was my undoing.

“Kenna, thank you,” he whispered, pushing his sandwich around on a plate.

“You said that already.” I sipped my coffee. “I told you, I don’t want to ruin Savannah’s wedding. I’m doing this for her really, not you.”

“Can we...” He bit his lip.

“Eat, Seb. We got quite the workout last night.”

“No shit.” He lifted the sandwich and took a bite.

The man was too damn handsome for his own good. In medical school, he was a dorky boy with glossy dark hair and a tall lean build. In the last ten years, he’d filled out. His face had the hard lines of a man in his early thirties. His body had transformed into a work of art with deliciously cut muscles, and a sexy thickness about him. Everywhere.

We were both gym rats, but our schedules had always been upside down. Only once in a while had we been able to go for a run in Central Park together.

How many Susan G. Komen races had I done alone, and he’d not even gone to cheer me on because some idiot dove for a ball to win the game and then needed emergency surgery?

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