Page 217 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
“Old Tanner.” Rob smiled at me. A big one. A weird one.
Why was he smiling at me like that? And why had he called me old? “What were you and my son talking about?”
Rob lowered his eyebrows and looked back and forth between me and Matt. “Matt, did he just call you son?”
Matt sighed as he bounced a fussy Chloe in his arms. “Yes. Because he calls Jacob grandson and doesn’t want to confuse him...” Matt shook his head. “I don’t know what’s happening.”
I lifted Chloe out of Matt’s arms and she immediately stopped crying. I didn’t know why, but babies rarely cried around me. I think they could somehow sense the magic around me and it settled them. Chloe smiled up at me. I let her grab my finger in her little hand.
“Rumor has it that you have some actual sons on the way,” said Rob. And then he giggled.
I looked up from Chloe. “You really freaked Ash out,” I said.
“It was all in good fun.” He smiled at me again. In the weird way.
Why did he keep looking at me like that?
“You know what I’ve always wondered?” asked Rob. “What it was like to be a colonial settler during the first Thanksgiving.” He stared at me.
Stop looking at me like that.“I don’t think we’ll ever know. But Nigel is doing his best to have authentic foods that would most likely be served back then. Which he learned from a documentary. As modern-day boys do.”
“What documentary?” asked Rob. “I’d like to watch it.”
“You’d have to ask him.”
“That’s the thing...I did. And he said he read about it in a book.”
“Ah, right. It was a book. I misspoke.”
Rob smiled at me again. “Did you? Misspeak?”
What the hell is happening right now?I thought about how Rob had worn a genie costume to the Halloween party. Which made zero sense. And now all these questions... Did he know?
I shook my head. He couldn’t have. I mean...how could he possibly?
“Yes, I misspoke,” I said.
He smiled at me again.
Fuck, does he know?
“Speaking of Ash, where is she right now?” he asked.
No one had been speaking of her... “I think you’ve played enough pranks on her for a bit.”
“Yeah, I’m not playing a prank on her. I just want to have a nice long private conversation with her. Again.”
Again?Was he talking about when she went to him for that phony pregnancy test? Or had they talked about something else? Like my secret... “She’ll be here shortly.”
“Perfect. Well, son, we should catch the game.” He slapped Matt on the back.
“Not you too,” groaned Matt.
Robert laughed. “I kinda like it.”
Right? Wait, no.I didn’t agree with anything out of Young Robert’s mouth. I shook my head.
“Abuelo, Abuelo!” Jacob ran up to me. “Can we go to another cricket match? Pleeeeease.”
