Free Complete We (A Her Billionaires Novella #4) by Julia Kent Page A

do into lockdown mode, giving away as little information as possible in an effort, however possibly misguided, to control what was going on here.
    Where in the hell were Laura and Mike?
    Jillian toddled over to Frank now that Dylan had put her down. She reached a grubby, gummy hand out to her great-uncle and said, “Dada?”
    A hearty laugh poured out of Frank. “At this age they think every man is a daddy, hmm?”
    Dylan had to give him that.
    “And around here, it goes double!” Frank added.
    Dylan could have done without the extra dig. He couldn’t soften toward the guy, who stared at Jillian and pretended he hadn’t said what he just said. Going against instinct, Dylan kept his mouth shut, hoping Mike and Laura would make an entrance soon. Not knowing what had happened between Mike and Frank earlier was killing him, though. He’d already ordered Frank to leave and that hadn’t gone so well.
    Hopefully, Mike was filling Laura in right now and that was why they were delayed.
    “Fang,” Jillian said as Frank let her play with his nose.
    “Frank,” he said, clearly amused.
    “Fang.”
    “Uncle Fang it is, then.” Frank made a quiet chuckle. “I’m sure your other daddy thinks that’s about right.” His lips twitched with a condescending amusement that made Dylan momentarily homicidal.
    Dylan frowned. “Why would Mike think that?” If Frank thought he was being funny, he was wrong. If he thought he was a master of manipulation and that the comment would undermine Dylan, all it had done was to make him more suspicious. Frank fail.
    Frank swallowed audibly. “I think we got off on the wrong foot earlier today. I went to see him at his office and he seemed very angry. I’m going to assume he’s a hot-headed guy—”
    “You assume wrong.” Dylan’s words sounded like a gong in a Buddhist monastery, ringing forth and permeating every cell with the vibration of the refusal to be ignored.
    Frank cocked one eyebrow, refusing to back down, and yet… “Then perhaps I caught him on a bad day. He seemed abrupt.”
    “Perhaps he didn’t like what you had to say.”
    “Had he allowed me to say it, I might think as much,” Frank snapped back with a smile. “But he didn’t.”
    “Why didn’t you come straight to Laura? Why go to Josie, then Mike, and now here?”
    “Jealous?” Frank asked.
    “Of…?”
    “That I didn’t come to you first?” Frank shrugged, as if that were the problem here.
    Letting the question hang in the air, Dylan took long, slow breaths through his nose, not rushing. Frank pretended to scan the room and bent down to pick up one of Jillian’s stuffed animals, a caterpillar of different colors. Dylan knew damn well Frank was monitoring his every twitch, every sigh, each breath and each blink. The blasé attitude wasn’t working.
    Thank God Frank had decided to come when both he and Mike were home with Laura and the baby.
    That gave Dylan pause, cracking his facade slightly. Why did Frank decide to come today, knowing full well they were here? Damn it, he wished he had time. Time to talk privately with Laura. Time to catch up with Mike and learn what happened. Time to get Jillie settled more.
    Time to think .
    Instead, he was being stared down now by Frank, who had made a calculated decision to change his entire demeanor, pinpointing Dylan in place and trying to mindfuck him.
    Might work on Laura, but on him? Nope.
    “I don’t care who you came to first,” Dylan said, his words belying his attitude. Because he didn’t care—not one whit. What he cared about was—
    “And you came to Josie first, Uncle Frank. Why?”
    Laura’s interruption jarred both men, Frank practically jumping an inch off the ground as her soft, feathery voice inserted itself between them. Dylan couldn’t help but take in her appearance: hair wavy from being wet, skin flushed with the excitement and anxiety of this situation, body wrapped in a gorgeous maxi dress that covered her, neck to ankle, in