Derrick: I don’t like that.
Callum: We’d better go save him. Derrick, stay in touch, okay.
Derrick: I will. Look after him.
Arran: We will.
Then the group chat goes quiet.
“That escalated quickly,” Charlie says.
“I feel bad for the poor guy.”
“Not much you can do, sounds like it might be a lesson he needs to learn. We’ve all been there.”
Don’t I know it.
“And that is why I am so happy I’ve found you.” I smirk, booping his nose.
“Me too.” He grins, wiggling his brows. “Want me to take you to bed and show you how toxic I can be.”
“Hell yeah. Then I have to get to work.”
“Say no more.” Charlie picks me up in his arms, fireman-style, and whisks me to bed.
By the time I walk into the studio, coffee in hand, and a spring in my step from the multiple orgasms Charlie pulled from me, Toby is already standing in the middle of the room with his arms crossed, one brow raised so high it’s practically orbiting.
“Oh, good,” he announces loudly, “he lives.”
I stop dead. “What?”
Toby points at me. “You. Spill. Everything. Right now.”
I blink. “Good morning to you, too.”
“Don’t you good morning me, and it’s afternoon anyway.” He huffs. “I’ve been worried about you. You never call in late like that. Your phone call has had me worried.” He pouts.
“Aw, babe, didn’t know you cared.” I wink at him.
“Fuck you. My anxiety cannot handle this. Sit.”
He pushes me onto the client couch like I’m a naughty toddler.
I sigh and scrub my face with my palms. “Okay … well, not sure where to start. It’s been a weird weekend.”
“Start from the beginning,” he snaps.
I explain to him how the weekend with Charlie went, which feels like a lifetime ago, and then how Sienna brought over a letter for me, and then everything changed.
“I found out yesterday I have two brothers.”
He stares at me. Blinks once. Twice. “No,” he says slowly. “No. No-no-no. You have brothers?”
“Yes.”
“BROTHERS?”
“Yes, Toby! Scottish brothers.”
