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“Why he’s pressuring you to work at the company.”

I sat straighter. “Did you ask him?”

Her gaze was cutting. “No. I’m not an idiot.”

“I didn’t say you were.” My patience was quickly wearing thin.

I’d seen an exploded body. Gotten a reaming from the captain in front of everyone. And then there was the whole thing with Pepper. I didn’t have the mental energy to fish for information from Beau.

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Since he pushed.”

I thought back. “Maybe a year.”

Time ran together and he’d demanded so much I’d lost count.

She put a hand to her forehead. “There’s something going on. First, he drags me back here—”

“You mean the trip wasn’t something you wanted?”

Guilt morphed her features. “No.”

I figured her being back in New York was business-related first, but knowing she had no desire to be here, to see Lincoln and me? It felt like she’d slapped me.

“I see how it is.” I couldn’t look at her.

“Teague. It’s not you and Lincoln. I love you both more than anything.”

“Then why’d you run away?”

I understood needing distance and separation from our father, but she’d moved half a world away.

“I didn’t run away. I rantoLondon.”

My gaze snapped to her. What could’ve possibly drawn her there of all places? She’d done a study abroad program in college over in Europe, but she’d never mentioned any ties.

I’d always prided myself on how close I was to my siblings. We knew practically everything about each other. At least I thought we did.

“Don’t get that wounded puppy look.” She sat up.

“I’m just trying to figure out what I’m missing.”

The ink had barely dried on her master’s diploma before she’d convinced our father to set up operations in London and hopped a flight to spearhead the entire endeavor.

“Don’t bother.” She slapped her palms on the edge of the bed and pushed up. “I’m calling it a night.”

I caught her hand as she passed. “I know I’m your brother and there are things you’d probably rather keep from me.” She smirked, and I squeezed her fingers. “But you can talk to me. About anything.”

She squeezed back. “Same goes.”

“I Got You Babe” blared from the direction of the dresser.

Beau snorted. “Do you choose these ringtones?” She swiped my phone and dropped it into my lap.

Burke’s name flashed on the screen.

“You bastard. How’d you figure out my passcode again?” I laughed, more amused than annoyed.

A rustling came from the other end of the phone instead of a return jab. He cleared his throat.

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