Page 275 of Secret Heir For The Billionaire Twin

My mouth falls open.

“Theo??”

He reaches me, and I crouch just in time for him to throw his arms around my neck. I laugh into his shoulder as I hug him.

“What are you doing here?”

Theo pulls back with a grin that is far too pleased with itself.

“I came for dinner.”

“In a tuxedo?”

He looks down at himself.

“He said I had to dress nice.”

My pulse shifts.

“Julian said that?”

Theo nods.

I straighten and look around the courtyard again.

“Where is he?”

Theo smiles wider.

That is suspicious enough on its own.

“Theo.”

He presses his lips together.

“You know something.”

“I’m not supposed to tell.”

I narrow my eyes at him.

“You are enjoying this way too much.”

He laughs, and then movement catches at the edge of my vision. I turn, as Julian steps into the courtyard from the opposite side. For one second, I forget how to breathe.

He is wearing a black tuxedo with a crisp white shirt and bow tie, his hair brushed neatly back with the silver at his temples catching in the candlelight. He looks composed, elegant, and completely at home in the kind of clothes most men would spend the entire evening adjusting. But there is something different in his face. Something more exposed. I stare at him.

“Oh my God.”

Julian walks toward us. My eyes move from him to Theo, then back again.

“You brought Theo?”

“I did.”

I look around the courtyard once more.

“What is going on?”