Page 41 of The Billionaire Invitation

Eli showed his gratitude by cupping Honesty’s shoulder, and thanking her again for taking the time to talk with him today. When he reached Dante, moving as smooth as silk on his prosthetic, he clapped his back and muttered, “Don’t be a stranger. Should you find yourself lingering around Chicago longer than expected, drop by the warehouse for dinner, yeah?”

“Sure.” Eli and Isa lived in a retrofitted warehouse that was the home they shared with their young son. From the exposed brick wall to the metal elevator and staircase leading to the rooftop, it was an ode to Chicago’s industrial era.

At the door, Isa pecked Dante’s cheek and then whispered into his ear, “This is good for you.” She backed away, leaving him to wonder if she had been referring to the collaboration between his foundation and Honesty’s charity, or the one between them personally.

He popped open the door. Isa and Eli went one way, Honesty and Dante went another. They were about to cross the street to his car when he heard someone call his name.

“Dante!” Jaylyn was running toward them as fast as her black heeled shoes would allow. With her black leather skirt and off-the-shoulder mesh black top over a black tank top, she was giving Trendy Witch. He smirked. He was going to have to use that nickname for her at least once.

“Dante! Thank God I found you.” She gestured at the city as a whole. “Chloe gave me the wrong restaurant! I have been walking for like, five blocks. In these shoes!”

“What’s the matter?” If she had been searching high and low for him, there must’ve been a reason.

“Other than you not answering your phone?”

“We were in a meeting.” He gestured to Honesty, who Jaylyn hadn’t acknowledged yet. “This is⁠—”

“Honesty? Wow. It really is you.” Jaylyn threw herself at Honesty, whose eyes widened as she caught his sister in her arms. “It’s great to see you again. We need to catch up!”

“J.”

“Oh, right. You want to know what’s the matter,” Jaylyn said.

“Please,” he said patiently.

“Reagan had her baby this morning, and people are trickling in to see her. I didn’t want to go without you.”

“Which hospital?” Dante asked, mentally mapping a route straight there from Honesty’s office.

“She had a home birth, dummy. She mentioned it at dinner.”

“She did?”

Jaylyn rolled her eyes at Honesty. “Men.”

Honesty giggled.

“I have to drop Honesty at work, but I can be there in a little over an hour,” he explained.

“No! Now! I have plans this afternoon. This is my only available pocket of time.” She turned to Honesty. “Come with us. Everyone knows who you are. Dante was telling us about you the other day.”

Dante shot Jaylyn a murderous glare before turning to Honesty. “Only that I bumped into you at the event.”

“And about your brother.” Jaylyn held Honesty’s hand. “I’m so sorry.”

Honesty put her hand over Jaylyn’s. “Thank you.”

“We’re running out of time,” Jaylyn informed him next.

“I don’t have to be in the office today,” Honesty said. “I can wait in the car if it’s too awkward for me to go in.”

“You’re not waiting in the car,” Jaylyn and Dante said in unison.

“I’ll drive,” he said.

“Reagan is a handywoman,” Jaylyn explained to Honesty from the backseat of Dante’s car. “She’s also great. Brody is lucky.”

Honesty smiled at that. Jaylyn was so obviously a girl’s girl.