Zeke nodded. “Two million from each of us, then. Winner gets six million.”
“And Autumn.” I looked back out at her and told my stomach to settle. “And rules?”
“How do we decide who wins?”
“Whoever she decides to sleep with. Duh.” Zeke backed away from us, his grin mischievous. “I think I’ll go down to the beach now.”
I grabbed his shoulder and shook my head. “No fucking way. I’m going to the beach.”
Griff growled. “Both of you get the fuck out of my office. I have to work.”
Zeke’s phone rang. He looked at it and swore. “Fuck. Me, too.”
I grinned. “Looks like I’ll be heading down by myself.”
My phone vibrated before I even got to the door. I didn’t need to look at it to know that it was Gary Hill with design information for a house I was looking at. “Dammit.”
Chapter 6
***Autumn***
I woke up the next morning with Grace in my bed again, but I’d prepared for her. Dressed in a tank top and pajama shorts, I carried her into the hallway outside my room and was about to ask her where her father was when Griffin’s deep voice sounded from behind me.
“She sneak in again?”
I turned around and found him in just a pair of loose pajama bottoms. With his entire upper chest exposed, I felt a little lightheaded. There were a lot of muscles on display, along with an alluring dusting of chest hair and another patch that trailed under the hem of his pants. I dragged my eyes back up to his and swallowed. “Um, yep.”
Grace immediately reached for her uncle, and Griffin was quick to step into my space so he could take Grace from me. The back of his hand grazed my breast as he took her, and his eyes met mine as I sucked in a sharp breath.
“Sorry.” Only, his eyes didn’t seem apologetic. They were heated, and there was a softness there that I hadn’t seen before.
I stepped back and crossed my arms over my chest. “It’s all good.”
“I’ll take her back to Con.”
I nodded and hurried back into my room. I closed the door and leaned against it, feeling a little like I’d just had a stare down with a hungry lion. What the fuck was that?
I was still wondering when I went downstairs to help get breakfast ready for the kids. Greta was in the middle of cooking, something I’d quickly learned was her private time that no onewas to bother her during. I grabbed a glass of water and drank it down fast, feeling hot and overwhelmed.
I’d been around enough men in life to know the signals they put out. Maybe I’d lost my mind, though, because there was no way Griffin was hitting on me. He’d been the epitome of cold since the interview. I got the distinct feeling he didn’t like me at all. That morning, though, he’d felt like fire and pleasure. The look in his eyes had been full of promise.
Shaking my head, I focused on getting the kids their juice and milk ready. Setting their places at the table, I was leaned over, adjusting their napkins, when Con walked in with Grace in his arms. He didn’t notice me right away, so I got to steal a secret glance at them.
Con was all dark hair and midnight lashes, thick as anything. Full mouth, cute little dip in his chin, and a jaw line strong enough to cut glass, he was stunning. It was all the worse that I knew the body under his clothes just as well as I knew my own. At least, I had. In a life before. Grace had the same dip in her chin and the vibrant blue eyes. They made a beautiful picture.
“Daddy, Autumn!” Grace wiggled free of her dad and ran to me. She jumped into me and barely gave me time to catch her to keep from letting her drop. “Autumn! I saw you this morning.”
I smiled. “Yeah, you did. You’re a sneaky little thing, aren’t you?”
Con walked closer and shook his head. “Sorry about that, Autumn. She’s slippery.”
“Uncle Gruffy was there. He didn’t have any clothes on, Daddy.”
My face burned red as I shook my head. “No, he had clothes on, honey.”
Con’s eyes moved over my face, searching for something. “This sounds like a very interesting story.”
I put Grace down and patted her on the back. “Go wash your hands, sweetie. And wake up Caroline and Jones for breakfast.”
