Page 31 of The Billionaire's Baby

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"Hmm." I squeeze the bridge of my nose.

"You don’t sound convinced."

"I am a bit confused," I mutter. "And don’t ever tell the rest of the Seven I admitted to that."

"Your secrets are safe with me.’

"Did Baron confide in you too?"

"Huh?" I hear his surprise across the phone line. "Why do you ask that?"

"Only because all of us tend to confide in you."

"It’s natural, since I am a priest."

"And a billionaire."

"My money’s in a trust, which supports various charities."

"That’s noble of you, Father."

"We’re not talking about me, though," he reminds me.

"True." I rub the back of my neck. "So, what should I do?"

"Nothing."

"That’s your advice?" I growl. "To stay put—"

"And let nature take its course."

"Meaning?"

"Even when you think you’re doing nothing, forces beyond your control are at work."

"Is that your belief?"

"It’s the way life is."

"Damn, I hate how fatalistic you sound."

"All I’m asking is that you trust the process."

"You mean trust in God?" I mutter.

"You said it," he says lightly.

"Hmm." I roll my shoulders. "So, go ahead with this plan, take her home to see the family?"

"If your instinct says that’s right."

"Thanks, Father," I grumble. "Good talk."

"You did all the talking." He laughs.

"Yeah, that’s what I mean. How is it that you manage to say so much without saying much at all?"

"It’s an art. One I’ve had time to perfect."

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