My Grumpy Billionaire (The Lasker Brothers #2)

by Nadia Lee

She sucker-punches me, and now she’s smiling like she just won the Nobel Prize in Medicine?

She nods and gives me that smile again. And I know that whatever comes out of her mouth next is going to upend my life. Permanently. “You’re having triplets.”

Todd’s claim about my being frigid because he’s always complained about that. In his world, me not climaxing just for being in the same room as him is a problem—with me.

“I’m not allergic,” I say, before she decides to order an EpiPen over the Internet. “I just thought the place smells…” Like you. Hot. Sexy. Fresh. Makes me horny. “Funky,”

“Not unless you want to scream-flirt over the engine noise through two doors and an aisle.”

I turn toward Griffin. He’s looking at me with a small smile, his eyes bright and satisfied. I lift my trembling hands and cup his warm cheeks.

Although my head says it’s the trip, the jet lag and the champagne, my heart whispers, It’s the girl—Sierra.

“I hope Griffin is the one I can still hold hands and dance under the stars with when both of us have gone gray,”

“I wonder what’s in that boy’s head,” Saori says. “A flower field,” Ellie says. “Full of red poppies.”

The weirdly achy throb in my chest I felt when she referred to the triplets as her family but not mine ripples through me again, more intensely this time. She couldn’t make herself clearer. It’s a fuck-you-and-goodbye box.

“Little ones, it’s just you and me. But it’ll be okay. I’m going to make sure that you’ll never, ever feel the lack from not having your daddy around. We’re going to be great together.”

Griffin taps his phone. A familiar melody starts. Is he playing Elvis Presley’s “Can’t Help Falling in Love” to make his case? No, he isn’t. Griffin starts singing over a karaoke version of the song.