Lynn. Here at SSI. For the holiday party.
She doesn’t work here.
FUCK!!
Is she related to them?
Jamie finally broke the silence, asking, “Madi, why did Matt call you Lynn?”
Madi? As in his twin sister? Lynn was Madi Sheppard?
Double Fuck!!
Lynn was the name she gave me when she hit on me at the bar, leading to our one-night stand my last night in Spain six months ago.
How the hell had I ended up working for her family? What were the odds?
Maybe I should play the lottery.
I lifted my left eyebrow and grinned, wondering how Lynn, aka Madi, would answer. And she had to, because there was no way in hell I’d risk accidentally sharing more than she’d want.
Madi glanced towards the crowd in the reception area.
“They’re in your dad’s office,” Cate answered Madi’s unspoken question.
Her dad. Right, because her brothers were the sons of Sheppard & Sons, so of course John was her father.
Triple fuck.
I hadn’t been this fucked since…
Ever. I’d run through exploding buildings while dodging a hail of gunfire and hadn’t felt as absolutely fucked as I did in that moment.
Madi sighed and, ignoring Jay’s question, said, “You told me your name was Robin.”
Jay stepped into my space. We were the same height and build, so he couldn’t use his size to intimidate me.
He tried to use his authority instead.
“Did. You. Sleep. With. My. Sister?” Jay punctuated every word with the kind of calm control that precedes all hell breaking loose.
I prayed I wouldn’t have to fight one of my bosses, or all of them, as I crossed my arms to give the impression I wasn’t worried.
Keeping my expression neutral, I lifted my chin ever so slightly, letting Madi know it was up to her to answer as she saw fit.
Admitting I’d slept with her was not something I’d do.
I slept around, but I wasn’t a kiss-and-tell kind of guy.
Telling her brothers was completely out of the question.
Madi blinked several times, before whisper-yelling, “Jaden Henry Sheppard! Who I sleep with is none of your damn business.”
He’s in trouble. I almost laughed, then I remembered the bigger picture.
Madi had admitted we slept together, and from the look on her face, she hadn’t meant to.
Three heads turned to me. It was the kind of slow-motion turn that meant trouble, and if I’d seen this scene in a movie, I would’ve been highly entertained knowing the poor sap on the receiving end of those glares was in for a rough day.
