Page 225 of The Nanny and the Beefcake
Phoebe adjusted her headband. “I was taking a break and showing them how to hack into sites. I need to spell bureau for the Federal Bureau of—”
Rowen’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. “Raz, I’ve got to take care of this before Federal agents come for my niece,” the man sputtered before sprinting to a computer terminal. “See you at the weigh-in.”
“You ready?” Aug called from down the hall.
“Did you know Rowen Gale volunteered here?”
“Yeah.”
“Libby’s staying at an apartment in his building.”
“Is she?” Aug replied nonchalantly.
“He says she’s doing well, but she’s turned off her phone and decided to unplug.”
Bloody hell, he sounded like an idiot.
“I know a bloke who’s done the same thing,” Aug threw back, raising an eyebrow.
Touché.
He couldn’t blame Libby for wanting to shut out the hype, especially after he shut her out. He pressed his hand against his pocket and felt the tiny box, his heart pounding. God, he missed her. He wanted to know more, wanted to congratulate her on her business deal. He wanted….
He caught himself.
He wanted…
He wanted…
He wanted…
It was all about him.
“Raz, I believe you know Louise Dagby,” his trainer said as the woman who opened Helping Hands with her husband met them in the hallway.
“It’s good to see you, Erasmus. Thank you for putting us in contact with the charities in the UK for the Mr. Cheesy Forever program. I’m not sure if I ever got to thank you in person for that. It’s been a whirlwind of activity here at Helping Hands.”
“Is that true, Erasmus?” Aug questioned with a curious look in his eyes.
Raz waved the woman off. “I’m glad I could help. I didn’t do much besides connect Mitch with a few charitable organizations in London.”
“Isn’t that ironic,” Aug said, sharing a look with Louise.
Raz glanced between the pair. “How is it ironic?”
“Come with me,” Louise said, gesturing for them to walk with her down the hall.
He followed behind Aug and Louise when another familiar voice floated through the air. No, more like several familiar voices. They walked through an atrium, and he glanced over to find his sisters, his granny, and Madelyn Malone chatting with a tall older man.
His jaw dropped. What was this? A family reunion?
“What are they doing here?”
“Your grandmother and Madelyn are showing your sisters around,” Louise answered.
“I don’t mean to be rude, Louise, but what would my sisters want to see here?”
His sisters glared at him. Yep, he was still in the doghouse over Sebastian’s birthday and for being MIA these past few days. They also adored Libby. He flashed them the international big brother eyes forwhat the bloody hell is going on?But they didn’t give him anything—not a smile, not a scowl, nothing.
