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“This won’t take more than a minute or two,” I said, pulling into the depot yard. I lowered my window and slowed down at the gate, waved through when the security guard saw it was me.
Jeremiah stared at the cargo ships and the shipping containers, and at the famous knight logo. Then he turned to me, stunned. “This is you?”
“Nope, this is my mum and dad’s business. I just work here.”
“But this is... you never said you were one of Australia’s major freighting companies.”
I snorted. “It’s just work to me.” I drove up to the admin building and into my parking spot, then shut off the engine. “Come on inside. It won’t take a minute.”
He looked horrified. “You want me to come in with you?”
“Sure. I know you’ve been travellin’ all day, but you can meet Ellis, and then you can confirm, once and for all, that I’m by far the better-looking brother.” I grinned for good measure. “If you could say that to his face, that’d be great. If you don’t mind, that is.”
I got out and went to his side of the car and opened his door for him. “Come on, he won’t bite. He’ll be on his best behaviour, I promise.” I waited for him to get out of the car, closed the door, and slung my arm over his shoulders as we walked toward the main building. “If he’s not, I’ll kick his arse.”
“You wish you could kick my arse.”
I stopped in my tracks and pulled Jeremiah to a stop with me, my arm around his shoulders falling to his waist...
Because there, now standin’ in a neat little welcoming line at the front of the building, was Ellis—wearing a shit-eating grin.
And my parents.
I was gonna kill my brother.
CHAPTER TWO
JEREMIAH
When Tully stopped walking,I knew something was wrong. He’d stopped dead, his arm fell from my shoulders, and his fingers gripped my waist.
There were three people waiting for us, it would seem. The reason Tully froze.
One man, maybe early thirties, who looked a great deal like Tully. Only he was wearing suit pants and a shirt, and his blond hair was short.
But his grin was exactly the same.
And an older couple. Maybe fifties or sixties, well-dressed, and smiling. She was pretty, with blonde hair tied up in a twist, wearing a pantsuit. And he was a tall, solid man, with silver hair but very familiar brown eyes, and that grin...
Oh.
Oh boy.
“Mum,” Tully said. “Dad. I wasn’t expecting you...” Then his voice dropped. “Ellis. You scheming, festy ball sac.”
Ellis laughed and leaped onto Tully in a tackle and they wrestled like teenagers. Tully’s father laughed, and his mother sighed loudly. She ignored them and aimed right for me.
“Hello, dear,” she said, walking toward me. “Please ignore the heathens. I tried to raise them right.” She held out her hand. “I’m Brielle, Tully’s mother.”
Oh my god.
So this was happening.
I remembered my manners and shook her hand. “Hello. It’s very nice to meet you, if somewhat unexpected. Please excuse my clothes. I’ve been travelling all day. If I’d have known I’d be meeting you—”
Tully was back beside me, his arm firmly around my waist again. “Mum, this is Doctor Jeremiah Overton. Jeremiah, this is my mum.”
She blinked in surprise at my title. “How lovely to meet you.”
