Page 60 of Billionaire Retreat

“When Kenny didn’t answer his phone I knew something must be wrong. You know how he’s always attached to it. Anyway, so when I finally reached him I knew he couldn’t handle this alone, so I flew in.”

“That’s so sweet,” I said.

“I know. I’m a sweet guy,” Cyril said, and I couldn’t suppress my smile.

“Where’s Kenny now?”

“He said he had to go to town for something. He’ll be back.”

I was helping myself to a second helping of eggs and Sadie was chowing down on a muffin when Kenny’s car pulled up.

He got out and the expression on his face looked guilty. Confused, I stood up and walked towards the window. And then another car pulled up right behind him. I didn’t recognize it.

“Who’s that?” Cyril asked.

I shrugged. “I’m not expecting any visitors.”

The car stopped right next to Kenny’s and Kenny patiently waited for whoever it was to get out.

My fists balled up and my heart rate picked up when I saw who had dared come to my house.

“Who’s the good looking dude?” Cyril inquired standing next to me peering out the window.

“Griffin...”

“Sadie’s fath—”

I sent him a look, not wanting Sadie to overhear.

“Sadie, why don’t you go play dolls with Cyril? You can show him your doll house.”

“Ok,” she said. “Come on. It’s awesome.”

“I had a doll house when I was your age,” I could hear him say as they disappeared down the hall.

I wiped my face and opened the front door. Kenny looked at me guiltily as I came out onto the porch.

“It’s not my fault,” were the first words out of his mouth.

“I don’t want to hear it. Go inside, Kenny.”

He looked at me and then at Griffin, and then shrugged his shoulders and did as he was told.

“What are you doing here, Griffin?”

“I wanted to see you.”

“Really? I find that hard to believe.”

“I’m sorry for how I handled things. I messed up. I want to talk.”

“It’s too late for that,” I said, turning around, ready to go back into the house.

It was then that I saw Sadie standing there, staring at us through the window.

He noticed her too and stared, anchored to that spot. I pushed at him. “Get in your car now. Let’s go.”

He finally woke up out of his brief moment of shock and got in the car. I climbed in next to him and said curtly, “Drive.”