“Dad’s at the Yankees game, and there was a leak in their bathroom, so I left Leo at the bar to fix it for Mom.”
“Why didn’t she call my guy?” Harrison asks.
Nate rolls his eyes, and it reminds me so much of Harrison. “Some of us can handle things without paying for them,” he says, then turns to me. “Hello, Juliette, you look beautiful tonight.”
“Thank you, Nate.” I smile and lean into Harrison’s hold.
“I haven’t even checked the score. Who’s winning?” Harrison asks, and Nate freezes, looking between us.
“What?” I ask.
Nate smirks and shakes his head in disbelief. “Harrison loves the Yankees and has alerts on his phone with constant score updates. You must be pretty special for him to ignore them.” He winks in my direction, while Harrison grumbles something under his breath.
Nate’s phone rings and Leo’s name lights up.
“Fuck. He’s going to kill me. He’s still sitting there, and it will take me twenty-five minutes to get back downtown.”
“Wait,” I say, shocked. “You left Leo at the bar and came all the way uptown to help your mom, just to go all the way back there?”
“Of course,” he says easily.
I look between these men like I can’t believe my ears.
Harrison gives me a look like he knows what I’m thinking. He’s aware of how close I am with my mom, and it’s so rare for grown men to treat their moms right that it warms my heart.
These men are billionaires, yet they come rushing home to fix a leak.
“All right, we’re getting out of here. Juliette has an early morning. Go drown your sorrows.”
Nate lets out a manic laugh. “Oh, trust me, I have been. Soon, I won’t give a shit if Boston wins over the Yankees because I won’t be able to remember.” He leans in to hug Harrison. “Love you.”
“Love you too,” Harrison says.
I stand there staring at them, and I think I might cry. I don’t know why seeing these two say I love you is getting me emotional.
But it is.
Nate blows me a kiss and jogs past us to grab a cab.
These two are freaking swoony.
“What was that about? Him drowning his sorrows,” I ask as we begin to walk again.
“Girl troubles.”
Oh.“Does Nate have a girlfriend?”
“No, he wishes. It’s a long story, but he found out today that his childhood sweetheart is dating someone.”
“Oh, that’s sad if he still has feelings for her.” Then I think about what I read online. “You’re the older brother?”
“Yes. Sebastian and I are the same age, and Leo and Nate are the same age but younger.” He points to his building. “We’re home.”
We wave to the doorman, and then, as we enter the elevator, my mouth opens, and the yawn I’ve been holding back escapes.
“Sorry,” I mumble into his chest, melting tiredly into his arms.
The doors open. “Come on, baby. It’s time for bed. You’re exhausted.”
