“Remy?”
I turn back. He’s standing behind his desk, hands braced on the surface, looking at me with an intensity that makes my knees weak. “If he tries anything again, you come to me. Immediately. Understand?”
“I understand.”
CHAPTER 10
Remy
I’ve worked with the Jacobs triplets for only two months now, and I certainly don’t think I belong at their family gatherings. But when Sadie Jacobs calls personally to request your presence for a Sunday meal—not ask, request—you don’t say no.
The triplets picked me up this morning, all three of them dressed casually in jeans and button-downs, looking more relaxed than I’ve ever seen them at the office.
Sadie’s estate sits on twenty acres. Joshua navigates the winding driveway while I try not to gawk at the manicured gardens.
“Relax.” Breck turns to look at me from the captain’s seat. “Gran doesn’t bite. Much.”
Ansel sits beside me and places his hand on my knee. “Breck’s right. You need to relax. Gran is the one who insisted that we hire you. She likes you. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have invited you.” His palm is warm through the fabric of my jeans, and his fingers tighten slightly.
Then, I watch his jaw clench as he realizes what he’s done. Ansel’s eyes meet mine for a charged moment before he pulls his hand away and clears his throat.
Great. Now I’m worked up for a completely different reason. Meeting the grandmother who raised three billionaires, while also trying to ignore the fact that a seemingly casual touch was anything but casual.
This is fine. I’m fine. Everything is fine.
Enzo smirks from the other captain’s seat, clearly missing what just transpired. “You’ve survived worse. You can handle a seventy-eight-year-old woman.”
My fingers fidget with my seatbelt strap. “But she’s not just any seventy-eight-year-old woman. She’s a woman who still terrifies three billionaires that she raised.”
“That’s true,” all three say in unison.
Great. So I’m right to be terrified.
Joshua pulls up to the front entrance. Sadie steps out before we’ve even parked, wearing tailored slacks and a cashmere sweater.
The triplets pile out, and I watch as each of them hugs her—these powerful men transforming into boys the moment they’re in her presence.
“There are my troublemakers.” She holds Ansel’s face between her hands, studying him. “You’re working too hard. I can see it.”
“I’m fine, Gran.”
She releases him and turns to me. “Remy, thank you for coming.” She pulls me into a hug that’s both gentle and fierce, and the moment makes me feel like I’ve known Sadie my whole life.
“Thank you for having me, Mrs. Jacobs.”
She links her arm through mine, already leading me toward the house. “Sadie, please. Mrs. Jacobs was my mother-in-law, and she was a terror. Come, I want to hear everything about how you’re managing these three.”
The interior is elegant but lived-in. Family photos cover every surface: the triplets at various ages, a couple I assume are their parents, and candid shots that speak of love and laughter.
Sadie leads us to a sunroom overlooking the gardens. A table is already set with tea and pastries that smell like heaven.
She gestures to the cushioned chairs. “Sit, sit, Remy. Tea or coffee?”
“Coffee, please. Black.”
She pours from a silver pot. “A woman after my own heart. The boys all take theirs with cream and sugar, like children.”
I smile at her quip. I already adore this woman.
