“I know you will.”
My cell phone screen lit up on the coffee table, and I quickly picked it up.
“Daniel is here,” I announced and stood. “Wait here, and I’ll go get him.”
As I was walking down the hallway, one of my guys, Irving, was coming toward my den with Daniel. I stretched my hand forward and shook his hand.
“Thank you for making the trip to the U.S.,” I said as I led him into my den.
“It was no trouble at all.” His Russian accent was thick.
“Please, have a seat.” I gestured toward the leather couch.
Taylor stood, ready to greet him, but when his eyes fell on her, he stopped mid-stride and asked, “Ah, I am interrupting?”
“No, not at all. This is Taylor.”
“Hello, Daniel. It’s nice to finally have a face to go with the name. Thank you for assisting Sawyer and me while we were in Sweden.”
“Ah, yes. It is nice indeed to put a face to your name.” As they shook hands, Daniel turned to face me. “You have good-looking people working for you, Mr. Alatorre. They could easily confuse authorities being as handsome and beautiful as they are.”
“Thank you, Daniel. I assure you that Sawyer and Taylor are much more than appealing faces.” The three of us sat down, and I cut to the chase. “You didn’t fly all the way from Russia to compliment Sawyer and Taylor.”
“Yes, that is true,” he said.
“Tell me what you know about Wade Sorenson. I need to know what he’s involved with. What am I getting involved with by marrying his daughter?”
“Yes, I will get to Wade. But first, I want to tell you about the boy.”
I narrowed my eyes and quickly glanced at Taylor. I inched to the edge of my seat.
“What boy?”
“Jensen. Be forewarned, he is not who you think he is.”
CHAPTERTWENTY-THREE
Sawyer
Iwas grateful that my family could all get together for Dad’s birthday. But every chance I had to steal a glance at my cell phone, I took advantage of it. I offered to host the family gathering for his birthday this year because I felt like I’d been so absent from their lives recently. Or maybe nothing had actually changed, but rather my siblings decided to call me on it more.
As we ate cake and talked about the upcoming charity event, I couldn’t help but wonder how things were going with Michael, Taylor, and Daniel. I really wanted to be there, but Daniel had such a limited amount of time for travel, and I had family obligations that I couldn’t neglect.
“It was so nice of Michael to host the event,” Mom said for the millionth time since Michael had offered.
“He feels guilty for stealing little bro so much,” Saffron said and then winked at me.
“He does not,” I added and set another bottle of wine on the table.
“Forget about Michael, though. Tell us about the woman you took to the restaurant in Aspen,” Sterling said.
I stared at Scarlett and then Sienna.
“The co-worker?” Mom asked.
Mom looked between Scarlett and Sienna and then to Sage. I was sure she was wondering if there was another woman or if it was the co-worker they were talking about. I could tell by the look on her face that she thought I was holding out on her.
“Mhmm, theco-worker.” It was the way Sienna said “co-worker” that made everyone question the relationship.
