“Please,” Alfie replied. “Definitely not in the mood to cook.”
“You know the chef wants you to start baking for the resort after you sent him samples.”
“I know. Maybe after the babies come we’ll figure out a schedule.”
Alfie might or might not have realised, but he was basically the owner of the resort too.
His mate hugged his papa, and Chi placed a kiss on his cheek. “Thanks, papa.”
“Anytime, son.” His papa carried on putting everything away in the room and tidying up. “Call me whenever.”
“Aren’t you coming over for ourKeeping up with the Kardashiansmarathon tomorrow?” Alfie asked his papa.
“I’ll be there. I can’t wait to watch Khloe’s wedding. She’s my favourite one,” his papa said seriously.
Malachi couldn’t help grinning at their conversation.
“Trust me, Cam, that will change,” Alfie said just as seriously back to his papa.
“Come on, love. Let’s go before you get into a whole conversation.” He pulled Alfie into his side. “We need to get you some food.”
They walked out of the clinic hand in hand and saw a tall man dressed in a suit. Malachi frowned. He knew it wasn’t one of Alfie’s brothers.
“Can I help you?”
The man stood a couple of steps outside the clinic on the road leading to their home.
The man turned around and Malachi let out a groan when he recognised him. He didn’t mention it to Alfie, but his mate had unknowingly dropped enough details that made it easy for him to find the asshole online.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Malachi growled.
“Rupert?” Alfie’s voice was filled with surprise. “What are you doing here? How the hell did you find me?”
Thirty-Five
Alfie
Alfie stared across the parking lot at his ex—if he could even call the man that. He was completely shocked to see him here.
“Alfred, there you are my boy. I’ve been looking all over for you.” Rupert slicked his hair back, even though nothing was out of place.
“Why?” Alfie was confused. Why on earth would the man look for him? And how the hell did Rupert find Whitfell?
“Don’t be silly, why on earth would you ask that?” Rupert walked towards him hurriedly, but Malachi stepped in front of him, making low threatening growls.
Alfie stepped to the side so he wasn’t completely blocked from seeing Rupert.
Rupert clearly did not have common sense because he frowned at Malachi. “Would you excuse me, please. I’m not talking to you.”
“Mine,” Malachi growled the words, but didn’t move an inch.
“Alfie, why on earth would you leave London without informing me?” There was that disapproving tone that Rupert was good at. “I was worried about you. We didn’t have a chance to talk after our little spat.”
Malachi growled and stepped forward, but Alfie squeezed his hand that he was still holding.
Rupert clearly didn’t get that Malachi wasn’t joking around because he ignored him.
Bad idea.
