Page 65 of Believing in a Billionaire
“Fine. It’s Lydia’s fault. In either case, you are not to blame.” He kissed her hand before he offered her a weak smile. “Now, stop worrying and try to get some rest.”
“When are you going to get some rest?”
“I’m fine.”
“You’re not. You’re exhausted. You’re stressed. You need some sleep.”
“I’m not going home,” he answered as he leaned back in his chair.
She arched an eyebrow. “Fine. And I’m not certain it’s an upgrade, but you can share this awful bed with me.”
“Well, that’s too good an offer to pass up,” he said with a tired smile as he rose and climbed in next to her, wrapping her in his arms.
She laid her head against his chest, listening to his heart thrum against his ribs as she closed her eyes. Before she drifted off the sleep, she felt some of the tension in his shoulders relax.
When she opened her eyes again, she found him up and staring at his phone. She yawned and stretched before she asked, “More trouble?”
He snapped his gaze up to her, attempting a reassuring smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “No. Just checking some messages. How did you sleep?”
“Not bad,” she said. “Must have been the company.”
“How are you feeling?” he asked, the grin lingering on his lips.
“Better. Finally.”
A scrub-clad woman flitted into the room with a tray of food. “And I actually feel like eating. Maybe I can escape this place soon.”
“Let’s hope,” he said as she picked at the food on her plate.
“Why don’t you go get something to eat?”
“I’m fine.”
“Grant, let’s not pretend you don’t need to eat or sleep. I’m worried about you.”
“Don’t worry about him, Step-mommy,” Sierra said as she stomped her way into the room carrying a bag and a drink tray. “I’ve got it all covered.”
“Oh, Sierra, you are the best,” Grant said as he grabbed the coffee she offered him and sipped it.
She passed him a breakfast sandwich before she swished the straw in her iced coffee and took a sip. “And I have everythingelse covered, too. Don’t worry, Julia, those pictures are no longer at the forefront of anyone’s mind.”
Julia sipped at the orange juice as she furrowed her brow. “How did you manage that?”
Sierra shifted her gaze to her father before she refocused on Julia. “Doesn’t matter. But I did it.”
“Sierra…” Julia began.
“It’s nothing for you to worry about Julia.”
“I’m not worried, I’m just curious,” she answered.
“Suffice it to say, the only blame bouncing around the board is aimed at Kyle.”
Julia’s stomach twisted at the words. “You blamed it all on Kyle?”
“Well, he did it.”
”But–“
