Page 23 of Secret Baby for My Brother's Best Friends

“We met at your party,” I say to James, keeping my eyes on the pretty little liar.

“Ah, yes. I forgot she was there. Although you told me you were in the room almost the whole time, Chels.”

“I was." She swallows and runs her hand through her hair. “I just met them in passing?”

In passing?I nearly scoff. Did she say that she met us in passing? Was she bouncing on my cock in passing, too? Was she crying out for more in passing?

“I would say it was a little more than–”

“Jake,” Adam interrupts and clears his throat. “Can we move on with this meeting? We’ve got things to do?”

I raise an eyebrow. Is he still trying to save her ass after what she did?

Meanwhile, next to him, Sam is staring at her strangely.

His gaze is intense, bordering on scary, and he’s not looking away. When she catches his gaze, though, he gentles it.

Traitor.

The bastard doesn’t even care that she lied to us and that she’s dating another man.

He’s just desperate for another taste.

So are you.

Yeah, but at least I have the decency to hide it.

“Nice to see you again,” Adam tells her, and his tone is perfectly even. One would think he sounded normal, but I know him, so I detect the coldness underneath.

“Nice to see you again, too," she murmurs as she sits down at the end of the conference table next to James.

James is looking between all of us as though wondering what’s going on. Hell, the other two might be willing to let this go, but I’m not. I should probably reveal the truth, for James' sake. At least that's what I tell myself.

“James, you never told me your girlfriend was working with you?” I let a wicked smile curl my lips. "I mean, considering that, we could have met her earlier."

Amusement glinted in his eyes.

“She’s not my girlfriend,” he says. “She’s my sister, and she only started working here a few days ago.”

The words land like a bomb, detonating the simmering anger.

She’s not his girlfriend

Not his girlfriend, but his sister.

I look at Adam, who looks similarly shocked, Sam, who looks vindicated, and then between the siblings again.

They look nothing alike.

James’ features are hard and angular, whereas hers are soft and cherubic. She’s pale, and he’s swarthy. There is literally no similarity between them.

“Are you sure?” I ask

“Yes.”

“Full-blooded sibling?”

“Yes.”