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I narrow my gaze on her, and she sets her jaw before accepting her bag from Ava, who turns toward me. “I’m Ava Masters."
Masters. Why is that name so familiar?
"Cade Kingston," I murmur.
"You’re Zara’s twin." Her smile widens.
I tilt my head. "And you are—?"
"Zara’s friend."
My forehead clears. "You’re Baron Masters’ wife."
Ava’s smile widens. "I am."
Baron is one of the Seven who owns 7A Investments. I met the rest of the Seven through Zara’s husband Hunter. All except Baron and Ava, who’ve been living in the US over the past year.
"Ava and Baron moved back a few weeks ago." Isla continues to scroll through her phone. When it rings, she answers it, then switches to video and hands it to me.
“Can’t keep out of trouble can you?” My sister’s face fills the screen.
I wince. “Sorry, Z, didn’t mean to pull you into this mess.”
“Oh, Zara, we’re so sorry to have bothered you, and especially after you just gave birth,” Abby cries.
“James is asleep, Hunter had to go to an emergency meeting, and I’ve been twiddling my thumbs, so I’m happy to get my mind working around defusing this situation. Which, by the way, I have,” she says smugly.
“You have?” I frown.
“I saw the video clips blowing up on the internet and called Isla. I had her put me on video call, and together, we negotiated a settlement with the man you knocked out, in return for not pressing charges.”
I scowl. “That’s because he knew he was in the wrong. He touched my—"
“My?” Zara arches an eyebrow.
I glance up to where Abby is watching me closely.
“One of my employees,” I finally say.
Abby glances away.Fuck, what’s wrong with me? I almost slipped up and said he touched what’s mine. And I never make such mistakes. She’s not mine. I don’t want her to be mine. I don’t want any woman to be mine. But maybe, with her, it would be different?I shake my head to clear it.
Isla suppresses a smile.
"This is going to need an out-of-the-box solution to salvage your reputation," Zara warns, then yawns suddenly.
For the first time, I notice the dark circles under her eyes. She’s such a force of nature and looks so collected, it’s easy to forget she has, in fact, recently given birth. Only my sister could bounce back from a life-altering event and be happy to jump right back into a work-related situation.
"You look exhausted," I offer.
Zara snorts. "The understatement of the century, and also, I hope that was a tongue-in-cheek statement, given I have a newborn to take care of."
I flush. As always, my sister can reduce me to size. "I’m sorry, that wasn’t a very appropriate statement to make.”
"You think?" She yawns again. "I have enough on my plate with the baby and everything. I’m not thinking straight enough to be of much help here. As I said, this is going to need a unique solution, one which"—she turns to Abby—"you, as his PR manager should be able to come up with."
"M…me?" Abby swallows.
Zara’s features soften. "You’ll be fine. You’ve learned so much in the last few months. Now is your chance to put your new-found knowledge into practice."
