Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 149641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 748(@200wpm)___ 599(@250wpm)___ 499(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 748(@200wpm)___ 599(@250wpm)___ 499(@300wpm)
“Your uncle is named Duke?” Sosa asked since she seemed to be such a curious girl.
“My uncle is the Duke of Norsely,” Sophy replied. “My father is his heir right now, and I am here in England learning as much as I can about my family.”
“And breathing, since her mom and dad are helicopter parents,” Kala quipped.
Vivi’s head shook. “I forgot how bad she is at the whole civilized-conversation thing.”
“She’s not wrong,” Sophy admitted. “I’m afraid a long fight with cancer for their only child made them a bit overprotective, and the truth of the matter is they were both something of spies when they were younger, and also they run a company that literally finds missing people. You can imagine I did not get to do a bunch of teenage rebellion things since the one time I snuck out to go to a party, my mom showed up and insisted on taking my temperature and making sure everyone around me had their flu shots. I was not popular in high school. Or college, really. So I needed some space. My dad showed up at my apartment in Dallas when I had a boyfriend over and I walked out to find them discussing my diet and exercise program. That poor man who I kept around for his large dick was sitting there listening to a lecture about how to keep my blood count where it needs to be. So here I am in England, and my uncle doesn’t ask about my doctors’ appointments.”
It had been a hard time for her family, but she knew it had been devastating for Uncle Simon. They were fine now but he still worried, and letting Sophy out into the world had been difficult for him.
“You were sick?” Sosa looked her up and down as though it was hard to see the sick child in the healthy woman.
“I was, but I’m good now. I’ve been in remission for a long time and I take care of myself,” Sophy said and then wrinkled her nose a bit. “Mostly.”
“And I watch out for her, and it has nothing to do with the fact that I get to stay in this fabulous flat right here in Chelsea,” Vivi proclaimed. “I’m not joking. Uncle Si bought this ridiculous penthouse. I bring my broke-ass grad student friends up there and they think I’m some kind of billionaire. I have to tell them no, that is my best friend. Ooo, Kenz. Did I tell you we’ve been talking about getting a dog to go with the cats? Soph and I are settling into our spinster era. It’s kind of fun.”
Sophy’s eyes rolled. “She went through a shitty breakup. It’s nothing.”
Kala leaned back, eyeing Sophy and Vivi. “Hey, is one of you doing Ollie? Because the moms are super worried.”
Vivi snorted. “No. That’s ridiculous. Ollie is fun and I adore him, but we’re too smart to ever fall for him. He is the ultimate player.”
Sophy nodded. “Yep. He’s a massive ass when it comes to women.”
But Kenzie got the feeling there was something Sophy was hiding.
She was going to have to figure that out.
“How is your guy?” Vivi asked. “I didn’t get a chance to spend much time with him. He is stunning. Like my jaw dropped when he walked into the room. How is that man not a model?”
“The spy thing is a whole gig,” Kala quipped. “We’re not allowed side hustles unless they help the Agency. And even then sometimes it goes wrong. Like the time they decided we could get some serious intel by becoming ride share drivers. You would be surprised what people will say to a driver.”
Kenz sat down and started checking her makeup. “We were targeting a particular set of hackers, and not a one of them drove. The problem was to make it look good we had to actually accept real rides, and turns out my sister isn’t great at customer service.”
“Hey, it was Malibu jail. I even got a gift bag,” Kala retorted.
It hadn’t been the first time her twin had been arrested. Probably wouldn’t be the last. After all, their dad got hauled in by cops a weird amount of times. He had jail stories from around the world.
“Ben was planning on being a professional baseball player.” She’d learned pretty much everything she could about the man she was obsessed with. Obsession, it turned out, was a lot easier than actual love. A lot less scary than love. “He went to college on a scholarship and was being scouted. He was what we call a south paw.”
Kala’s eyes rolled. “She only knows that because she’s an obsessive bitch. Trust me. She knows nothing about sportsball.”
“I do, too. Well, now.” Cooper had given her a whole class on the finer points of baseball. He and TJ knew all the sportsballs.