Page 91 of Grumpy Billionaire Seeking Wife

"Just your calls." She grins.

"You can get a day off from the calls," I say, laughing. "I have a question for you."

"What's your question?" She rolls over onto her side.

"My question is, if you could go anywhere, where would you go?"

"Paris, of course," she says. "I've always loved Paris and have always wanted to go. It seems the most romantic city in the world."

"If you were to get engaged for real, that's where you'd want it to be?"

"I think so." She nods. "Yeah. What about you?"

"What do you mean?"

"If you could go anywhere, where would you go?"

"Oh." I stare at her. "I don't really know. Maybe New Zealand. I've heard that it's beautiful and a place adventure seekers like to go."

"New Zealand sounds cool," she says. "If you could eat anything you want, what would you eat?" she asks me.

"Not ramen noodles," I say quickly, and she bursts out laughing. "That was so funny when you thought I was going to make filet mignon or lobster bisque."

"Honey, I thought you might make beef Wellington." I start laughing. "Yeah, maybe I was a little naïve."

"Just a little bit." She grins.

"But I still think it was funny."

"It was."

My phone rings, and she lifts her hand up to take it from me. But as I stare at the screen, I see Gary's name flashing. "Hold on. I'll take this." I want to get out of bed and walk into another room, but I don't want to be suspicious. "Hi, this is Wes Carrington."

"Hi, Wes. It's Gary. I've got some good news for you."

"Okay, great."

"I found Richard Fillmore. I can give you his address. I've got a folder with..."

"Okay, can you email me?" But I know it's too late. I know Sabrina has heard because Gary's voice is loud and booming, and my speaker volume is set at high. She suddenly stills as she stares at me. I can see her expression change and... Fuck, this is not how I wanted her to find out. "Text me the details. Thanks, Gary."

"You're welcome," he says. "I hope it all goes according to plan."

We hang up, and I stare at Sabrina. She's sitting up now and glaring at me angrily. "Why did that guy just say that he's found my dad? Who was that? What's going on, Wes?"

"I needed to see where your father was because..."

"You didn't need to see anything. There was no reason for you to try and find him. Why didn't you mind your own fucking business? You've gone too far, Wes. Why do you always have to meddle? It's one thing to meddle with my dates; it's another thing to go behind my back to find my father. It's not right."

I stare at her and nod. "I know, and I'm sorry. I just feel..."

"You don't understand. You don't know what it's like. He left me. He abandoned me. He didn't give two shits about me. I could be dead for all he knew. I could be dead. Do you understand me?" She starts crying.

I reach over and pull her into my arms. She sobs into my shoulder, and I rub her shoulder. "I'm sorry. I should have asked you before I?—"

"You don't think I've looked for him? You don't think I've tried to find him to ask?" She sobs. "To help my mom. Why did he leave me?" I don't say anything; I just let her cry. Finally, she stops and pulls away from me. "What now? What do you know about him?"

"Do you want to know?" I ask, surveying her face.