Billionaire's Second Chance Triplets(2)

By: Ella Brooke

“It was always cold in Mr. Garcia’s room,” she complained. Her fingers brushed over the top of his hair. “And no, I wasn’t dreaming about losing my virginity upstairs in your parents’ house.”

Grant’s eyebrows shot up, but he didn’t say anything. If he’d known, he would’ve slowed down. Or he told himself he would have. He liked to think of himself as a considerate guy.

“What were you dreaming of?”

“I was trying to think of something to say to you. Something that would make you think I’m smart.”

“Kitten, with that ass, you don’t have to be smart.”

She picked up his pillow and smacked him with it hard.

If that had been the last time he’d seen her, he wouldn’t have been surprised. But for the next year, whenever they were at a parental function together, hearts raced and sweat flowed. She came over nights when his parents weren’t home and skinny-dipped in his pool. Once, he returned to his dorm to find her lounging naked in his sheets. They never dated, but took adventurous day-trips in between major tests and papers, and skirted legality when it came to where they chose to make love.

She was shy but bold, and he lapped up everything she offered him. There was just something about her that Grant was drawn to, even if he didn’t quite believe in happily-ever-afters.

Chapter Two

Seven Years Later


The office was small, but it was hers. In between sips of an extremely large coffee, Kit skimmed through her messages and took a deep breath. She hadn’t slept much the night before, which may or may not have been related to the meeting this morning. If she were honest with herself, Kit couldn’t remember the last time she’d managed to get a full night’s sleep. As one of the youngest litigators at Gable & Pines, Kit put in a lot of effort every day. It should’ve come as no surprise that it was hard to shut her mind off when she drove out of the parking lot.

Her mother would say that drinking and breathing coffee all day long had something to do with it, but after law school and the bar, Kit was pretty sure her blood was seventy-five percent java anyway.

“Hey, Kid.” Buck Gable poked his head into her office with a slick smirk on his lips. The nephew of one of the senior partners, Buck had a sense of superiority completely unsupported by his track record and skill level. And yet, Kit found herself partnered with him often enough that it was necessary to make him look better than he actually was.

“Morning, Buck.” Kit smoothed a hand over her hair to make sure nothing had fallen. “Are you headed to the conference room?”

“We have an hour.” Buck smiled wider and came over to make himself comfortable in the chair in front of her desk. “I thought I’d see if you needed any help.”

“Nope. I’ve got my cases pretty much under control.”

“It’s easy for things to sneak up on you in your first year as an associate,” Buck chided. “Why don’t you and I meet for lunch, and I can give you a few tips on how to handle all you’ve got on your plate.”

Kit leaned back in her chair and raised her coffee cup in front of her lips, partially to hide her expression. She had to behave, no matter how he tried to condescend to her. “Oh, I’m sure you have more to do with your time than babysit the firm’s newest litigator.”

Never mind that she’d been with them almost a year. Never mind that she had a better percentage than most of the other lawyers on her rung of the firm’s hierarchy.

“Nonsense. It’s no problem.” Buck leaned forward and let his smile slip sideways.

All in all, he wasn’t totally unattractive. He just wasn’t attractive enough to make Kit divert her focus from her work. All things considered, she liked her job. She just struggled among the egos that seemed determined to find their way into her office. If she could use her law degree to help people without having to deal with a lot of other lawyers, that would’ve been perfect.

“Well, maybe not today? I have some briefs to file by the end of the day.”

That did it. She could see him smarmy smile fading. Buck wasn’t going to sign up for more actual work. His entire life plan was likely to squat at this firm as long as his uncle would keep him there. Indefinitely, if possible.

“I’ll let you know what my schedule is as soon as I know it.” Kit breathed in the scent of her coffee deeply as she considered a change in subject. “Did you have the chance to talk with Mr. Gable about how they’ll be handling the Brockman case?”

Safely diverted onto a topic that would allow him to explain legal concepts she already understood, Buck prattled on as Kit enjoyed her coffee while it was still hot and mentally turned over the topics they’d be discussing during the staff meeting.