Page 199 of Double Daddies
“Hey, did you get the feeling she’s scared of something?” Ezra asks, his tone thoughtful.
I pause, considering his words. “Maybe. There’s definitely something she’s holding back. I could see it in her eyes.”
“Old boyfriend, perhaps?” Ezra muses. “Or a family issue?”
I shrug. “Who knows? Whatever it is, we have to tread carefully. The last thing we want is to scare her off before we even get a chance to know her.”
“Agreed,” Ezra says, turning his attention back to his screen. “I’m calling Jacobson to get some information on her.”
As he dials, I can’t help but steal another glance at Wren. She’s laughing with a customer, her smile brightening the dim café. It’s infectious, and I feel my heart race.
“Yeah, it’s been a while. Listen, I need a background check on someone. Her name is Wren... no, I don’t have a last name. Just Wren.”
I chuckle softly, imagining how that conversation must be going.
“Yeah, she works at Grounds For Joy. No, I’m not stalking her! Just... curious.”
I can’t help but roll my eyes.
“Okay, thanks.” Ezra hangs up, looking at me with a mix of excitement and concern. “He’ll get back to us soon.”
“Good. I want to know everything about her,” I say.
Ezra shakes his head, a smile creeping onto his face. “You’re really serious about this, aren’t you?”
“I think she’s worth the risk. She’s smart, gorgeous, and... there’s just something about her that draws me in. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but she’s unlike any other woman I’ve met."
“I feel it too,” he admits, running a hand through his hair. “I think part of it has to do with her not knowing who we are. I don’t remember the last time we weren’t recognized.”
“That’s a huge deal. So we’ll take things slow,” I decide. “Get to know her, let her see that we’re not the corporate playboys everyone thinks we are.”
“Come on. We will be back to pick her up later. We don’t want her to think we are stalking her, too.” I grin, knowing that my brother is as curious about Wren as I am.
I reluctantly follow him away from the coffee shop. The air is crisp, and the sun is just starting to peek out from behind the clouds. I take a deep breath, savoring the feeling of anticipation that’s building in my chest.
It’s six o’ clock, and I can’t stop pacing our penthouse waiting for Ezra to get his ass dressed. I grab a whiskey from our bar in the corner and walk over to the floor-to-ceiling windows. The city below is bustling like always, but tonight feels different.
“Calm down,” Ezra says, his voice cutting through the silence. “She’s just a girl.”
I scoff, swirling the amber liquid in my glass. “She’s not just a girl, and you know it.”
He sighs, pulling on his suit jacket. “You’re right. But that doesn’t mean we have to lose our heads over her.”
“Speak for yourself. My faculties are at full capacity,” I mutter, taking a sip of my whiskey.
“Come on, let’s go,” he says, rolling his eyes. “Winston is driving us.”
I set my glass down and follow him out of the penthouse, the anticipation building with each step.
Winston, our driver, greets us as we slide into the sleek black Rolls Royce. The engine hums to life, and we pull away from the curb as the city lights blur past in a kaleidoscope of color.
As we approach Grounds For Joy, the familiar rush of excitement washes over me. I glance at Ezra, his expression inscrutable in the dim light of the car.
The door to the coffee shop swings open, and Wren steps out, her cheeks flushed and her eyes bright. She looks stunning, herblack hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail, her lips painted a deep shade of red. She’s wearing a silver dress that clings to her curves, the fabric shimmering in the lamplight. She’s a vision, and I can’t tear my eyes away from her.
“Holy fuck,” I murmur more to myself. Wren is the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen.
We step out of the car, our eyes never leaving her. She looks nervous, biting her lower lip as we approach her.
