Page 76 of The Billion Heirs Boxed Set

Then there’s Carly. I didn’t expect her. Never in a million years. The three people eating dinner with me are my only family. But Carly, who’s a time zone away, is who I crave to be with. And it isn’t just the sex. Her perfect body. How I get lost in her. How I make her give me everything.

No. It’s her. All of her. Cautious, scarred, skittish, brave, passionate. Fierce.

“Please call me Diana,” Mom says. “I admit, seeing you three together is something. I heard there were two other Bridger boys, but you’re men now.”

“We don’t get along all that well,” Chance admits. He puts down his chicken leg and wipes his hands on his paper napkin.

Mom’s house is the same one she’s had since I was a kid. Fortunately, it’s a rancher, so there aren’t any stairs for her to climb. It hasn’t been updated in a while so the wallpaper in the kitchen is yellow and so are the cabinets. To me, it’s home, even though I moved out when I was twenty-two.

Chance is a billionaire. While the money may not have been in his name, he grew up on a huge ranch in Montana, never wanting for anything. I mean, he has a fucking plane! Yeah, so do I, but his is a freaking jet. Yet he’s here eating dinner in Mom’s simple house, getting seconds and thirds like he fits in.

Maybe he does.

Maybe I’m too hard on him. How would I feel if all of a sudden I had to split my father’s billions with two brothers I never even met? If I had to wait a fucking year to get it, and said brothers knew shit about anything related to ranching?

Mom’s dark hair matches mine, although a few grays are peeking through her long hairstyle. I can tell the meds are working because she’s not stiff and she’s eating well. Thank God for that.

She laughs. “Brothers never get along. Fighting about chores and girls.”

Miles laughs. “Girls? That’s Austin’s deal.”

“Girls?” Mom glances my way. I can tell she’s focusing on the plural word usage.

“Girl. Singular. And she’s a woman, fully grown.”

Those lush curves I had in my hands—and mouth—proved that.

“Carly,” Miles adds. “She works at the ranch.”

I glare at Miles. “Want to tell her everything for me?”

He holds up his hands in surrender. “You can tell her about Carly. All I can speak to are the chores. I’m from New York and this morning I dismantled a beaver dam.”

Mom drops her mouth open.

“That was a first for me,” Miles continues. “So’s being here with you.”

“Jonathan divorced both your mothers?” Mom asks.

Chance and Miles nod in freaky synchrony.

“I’d like to meet them. I’m sure we’d have fun together.”

“Billionaire Wives Club?” I ask, even though she didn’t see billions. Ever.

She raises her hands in the air. “Perfect idea! Then you three are the—”

“Billion Heirs,” I say.

Her smile slips. “I hope money is all that you inherit from your father.”

I glance at Chance and then Miles.

“Although from just a short time meeting you two, I know that’s not the case.”

Chance takes a sip of his iced tea. “What do you mean?”

His voice is calm and even, not showing a hint of the anger he’s shown me since I arrived. Then again, she didn’t ignore his warning and sleep with a woman he’s protecting.