Page 303 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 11
“Coach.”
“I’m just asking.”
Aunt Brooklyn laughed. “Don’t interrogate them.” She turned to me. “You know you don’t have to do everything Sophie does. You might miss out on finding something that speaks to you. And how will you discover your passion if you don’t try new things?”
I had a lot on my plate right now. But I couldn’t really say that out loud. Searching for a kiss thief didn’t exactly count as an after school activity, even though it preoccupied a whole lot of my time. “What extracurriculars did you do in high school?” I asked.
“Well, I didn’t really have time for many after school activities because I worked after school back in Delaware. And then when I moved here, my uncle didn’t want me to work during the week. But I still worked on weekends. At first, at least. It wasn’t until I was homeschooled that I started baking. And I don’t know where I’d be today if I hadn’t found that. It’s my happy place.”
I smiled. “So technically what you’re saying is that you didn’t do any extracurriculars either.”
She laughed. “Okay, yeah. I guess not. Matt kept me plenty busy.” She turned to him. “Isn’t that right?”
He put his arm around her shoulders. “You’re acting like I monopolized your whole high school experience.”
“You did.”
“I absolutely did not. I only got a few months of you. And you hung out with Kennedy half the time.”
I knew Kennedy as Mrs. Green. I knew she’d been friends with Aunt Brooklyn in high school. She traveled the world with her family, but I’d met her a few times when she visited. Jacob called her Aunt Kennedy.
Aunt Brooklyn laughed. “Nonsense. Ilivedwith you.”
“You also lived with Kennedy for a bit too if I recall.”
“Wait,” I said. “You guys lived together in high school?”
Aunt Brooklyn nodded. “After we got engaged...” She paused. “Well, technically a bit before that too.”
“You were engaged in high school?” I asked. Why did I not know any of this? I knew they’d been high school sweethearts. But engaged? As teens? How on earth had that happened?
“It’s a long story,” Uncle Matt said.
“So start from the beginning.”
Chloe groaned. “Please don’t. None of us need to hear this story again. And we’re trying to eat.”
I laughed. “But I’m so curious. My parents never talk that much about how they first met. And my mom refuses to let me read the book she wrote about it. But they met in college. You guys met in high school. So obviously we’re old enough to hear that story.”
“Story time is my favorite!” yelled a deep voice.
I turned to see Mr. Nigel closing the door between his house and the Caldwells’. He hurried through the living room, grabbed a chair, and pulled it up to the table right next to me.
“Oh, and what are we having for dinner? This looks divine, mademoiselle.” He nodded to Aunt Brooklyn and then filled up his entire plate with chicken pot pie. And I mean the entire plate. He’d served himself like half the pot pie.
Was he starving or something?
“Isn’t your family expecting you for dinner?” Uncle Matt asked.
Mr. Nigel shook his head. “No, they’re having sausages again. And I’ve already had plenty of meat for lunch. I’m watching my figure.” He patted his stomach, which was perfectly flat.
I wasn’t sure how eating a huge heap of pot pie helped him look after his figure. And I hardly think he needed to worry about his figure anyway. He looked the same as he had when I first met him. When I was like...two. I swear the guy never aged. He barely looked a few years older than me. Him and Mr. Tanner must have had some kind of weird trillionaire skincare regimen or something.
“I thought you loved meat in all your meals,” Uncle Matt said.
Mr. Nigel shrugged. “Yes. But I’m not German. A normal boy can only take so much sausage. Unlike my girls. They love their sausage. Can’t get enough of it as a matter of fact.”
That was a weird thing to say about his wife and daughters. But for some reason I laughed. Mr. Nigel always said the weirdest stuff.
