Chapter 1
Liam
“Hi, Gran. All good?” I checked in with my grandmother twice a week, no matter what I had going on. Right now, I was on a short break from hearing pitches from companies that my fund was considering investing in.
“Still alive,” she said.
I groaned. “Can you please find another way to greet me?”
“Why? I’m grateful every day for not biting the dust.”
She had a point, but it was still too morbid for my taste.
“How are you?” I asked.
“Just left my Pilates studio. Should have tried it out years ago. Don’t know why I didn’t.”
“Never too late to try out new things,” I agreed.
“When’s the last time you tried out something new?” she asked.
I actually had to think hard about that, and I still didn’t come up with anything.
“I don’t remember.” I didn’t have time for new experiences, but I liked my life.
I was running my investment fund, Harrington there was no denying that.
But we’d also have to give Harrington & Co.
some control of our business, and I still had mixed feelings about that.
I had to take everything one step at a time though, and right now, my priority was to distract Skye.
She ran a hand through her hair, ruffling her perfectly cut bangs. Her chocolate-colored hair was in complete disarray now. Even her dark-blue suit was getting wrinkled because she was fidgeting so much.
It was usually easy for me to calm Skye down, but today I was nervous as hell too, especially after the bathroom incident.
I drew on my lifelong experience as the older sister to three rambunctious siblings and came up with an idea. Skye always lit up when she spoke about her six-month-old son.
“Did Jonas manage to sit up on his own yet?” I asked. I didn’t lower my voice, because the next group was seated quite far from us.
Skye instantly smiled. “No, but he’s very good at propelling himself forward on his belly. He looks like he’s swimming on the floor.”
“And you didn’t send me a pic?” I pouted, feeling a strange tightness in my chest. I loved being there for every milestone, but this month was our busiest yet for some reason. It was mid- September, which I wouldn’t say was a big shopping month, but I wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
“Sorry, I forgot. In my defense, it happened yesterday when I was reading the presentation. But I have a picture.” She took out her phone, tapping it twice before turning the screen to me.
I sighed as my chest didn’t just tighten—something literally squeezed inside my rib cage. I loved my nephew so much. He was growing fast. Every time I saw him, he looked a tad different than the last time.
“Are you bringing him to the store tomorrow?” I asked eagerly.
Skye grinned. “Yup. Seems to make you just as happy as it makes him.”