“Of course, he does,” I say dryly, right as there’s a knock on the door.
“That’s me,” Blake says. “And we have donuts.”
We probably means him and Savage, but I don’t ask when I can just find out.
I disconnect the call and open the door to have Blake and Savage, both in jeans like myself, greet me on the other side. Unfortunately, considering I’m trying to keep him from becoming a target, Grayson’s also with them, though his perfectly-fitted, gray pinstriped suit tells me he’s headed to the office. “Where the fuck are the donuts?” I ask.
Savage pulls a bag out from behind his back. “Donut holes because we’re dealing with so many assholes.” He laughs. “Get it?”
“You’re a fucking idiot, man,” I say, taking the bag from him. “And for the record, I like éclairs. They don’t come with holes.” I head to the kitchen. “Coffee’s on the house,” I say, motioning the men to the pot.
“Don’t mind if I do,” Blake says, walking in that direction with Savage joining him.
Grayson steps to the island across from me as I pop a donut hole in my mouth. “How’s Harper?”
“Sleeping and staying.”
“Staying. That’s good news. Did you tell her?”
“Yes,” Harper says, her voice floating down from above us at the railing. “He told me. And yes. I’m staying.”
I glance up as she heads down the stairs, dressed in a black skirt and an emerald green blouse paired with knee-high boots. “Glad to hear it,” Grayson says, rotating to greet her. “For how long?”
“She’s moving in with me,” I state, not giving her time to back out. “She’s not going back to Denver.” I watch Harper, waiting for her reaction.
She rounds the island and stops beside me, her arms wrapping around
me as she says. “No. I’m not going back to Denver.”
“No,” I reiterate, the heat between us palpable. “You’re not.” I stroke her cheek.
“What’s happening?” she asks softly. “Why is everyone here?”
“For the coffee,” Savage says, as he and Blake join us with cups in hand.
“Everyone has coffee but me,” Harper says, rolling with the punches. “I hope that and the donuts means this is a power breakfast that makes this all go away.” She moves to the coffee pot.
“We’re peeling away the layers,” Blake assures her.
“What layers?” I ask. “Get to the point. Did you find something in the documents I had you pull?”
“You’re not in the will,” Blake states. “I’m sending you the documents soon. As for anything that connects dots between you and your brother, I’ve got plenty of data, but nothing that stands out to me. You can let that mind of yours go to work.”
“Where’s Gigi right now?” Harper asks, stepping back to my side, coffee cup in hand.
Blake’s lips thin. “Gigi got off a plane in Europe and disappeared at a private airport, where she diverted to at the last minute. Unfortunately, we didn’t have a man in position at that airport. She’s sneaky and she’s gone, at least for the moment.”
“My God,” Harper says. “What are we into? What makes a woman her age run and hide with this kind of determination? She’s literally got to be afraid for her life.”
“Which makes sense,” Blake replies. “She must know what we know. Her son was poisoned. She must think she’s next.”
“Who inherits? Isaac?” Grayson asks before I can.
“The oldest living biological child,” Blake states.
I frown. “But it doesn’t state Isaac’s name?”
“Yes,” Blake says. “He’s named. The verbiage is likely an attorney-inserted basic clause, considering you’re years younger than Isaac.”