Luckily, for now the living room isn’t too crowded.
Besides Lake, only two others are there: the beta, Jordan, and… Snow.
Our eyes meet. He’s dressed all in dark, his hair falling loosely around his face, the pale strands contrasting with his graphite-colored shirt. The long-sleeve clings to the muscles ofhis arms, and I can’t resist sneaking a glance at his abs, their definition perfectly visible even through the fabric.
Wow, he’s sexy without even trying.
And he smiles when he sees me. Just subtly, almost unconsciously.
Heat rushes through my body. I freeze at the bottom of the stairs, but Lake notices and calls out immediately.
"Come here, sweetheart. Want a bite before we go?"
I slowly shake my head.
Lake glances toward Snow.
"Summer, you haven’t been officially introduced to my son just yet. This is Snow, my third son, and the oldest of the alphas."
How awkward. Such a formal introduction, almost like a bit of a celebration. Obviously Lake either doesn't know or pretends not to know that we already… met, more than once.
I notice a very slight tension about him, when his gaze jumps between me and Snow, and he makes a tiny, teasing smile.
Yep, he did it on purpose; now I’m sure of it.
I shift on my feet and look away, not daring to meet Snow's eyes under such intense scrutiny from Lake and even Jordan. They seem to be trying to gauge my reaction to him, so I try not to show anything significant.
And just then, through the glass patio doors, I see my brother Ragnar approaching, holding Sun’s hand.
Ugh, even more people! Wanting to make myself less visible, I slip into one of the dining chairs.
But my brother doesn’t fall for it; he beams at me.
"I’m glad you came out, Summer!"
"We’re going shopping with Summer," Lake announces.
Ragnar raises his brows and nods, and Sun smiles widely.
My brother pulls something from his pocket.
"Perfect timing. My gift for you just came. A phone! You can use it for payments too."
Wow, a really thoughtful present, that's for sure.
My brother shows me the screen. "From what our parents said, your account was with West Bank. I already downloaded the banking app for you. You can log in."
For a moment my brain freezes as I stare at the phone, wondering what happened to the old one. Did Anzo Ferro seize it?
My fingers slide over the screen as I strain to recall my password. Luckily, I once set it to a combination of my birthday, Moon’s, and Ragnar’s. That familiar pattern makes it easier to retrieve through the fog.
Ragnar sits beside me as we watch the app log in.
I blink in shock when the account balance appears.
Twenty million dollars.
What? Wow. I’m rich. How come?
