Page 29 of The Billionaire's Baby
"It’s the only time you Seven want a sounding board… That, or when you want to get married."
"About that," I cough.
"No," Edward begins to laugh, "don’t tell me. Not you too, Arpad? What the hell is happening to you guys?"
"There’s nothing like that," I assure him.
He only laughs harder.
I pull the phone away from my ear and stare at it. What the fuck is wrong with him?
"Come on, man," I bark down the receiver, "get a grip."
"Fine." He chokes down a chuckle, then seems to compose himself. "So, what’s up with you and Karina?"
"What the fuck do you mean by me and Karina?"
"Aw, come on. You don’t think the sparks between you two have gone unnoticed by the rest of us, do you?"
"What sparks?"
"Really?" He scoffs, "You’re going to deny that there’s something between the two of you."
"I would have if you’d asked me a few hours ago."
"What do you mean?"
"She’s with me."
"What?" he exclaims. "On the boat?"
"It’s a bloody expensive yacht," I growl.
"Hmm."
"What do you mean by that?" I frown.
"You could always turn around and drop her off, couldn’t you?"
"I was too far from shore by the time I found out about her presence."
"So, you’re taking her along for this trip?"
"Taking her to meet the family."
"A bit premature, isn’t it?" He chuckles again.
"Stop cackling," I mutter, then rub the back of my neck. "She’s agreed to pose as my wife."
"Wife?"
"Fake wife."
"Right."
"Why do you sound like you don’t believe this?" I complain.
"If you only knew the number of conversations I’ve had with each of the four who got hitched." He pauses and I can sense him shaking his head. "They each insisted there was nothing to it, yet they all ended up married. Not that I am complaining. I, for one, happen to think marriage is a gift from God."
