Chapter 242 Scott Is Not His Son

• Diego is at home when I arrive at seven. He is busy with a phone call, his back to me as he stands in front of the floor"to"ceiling window, looking down at the city. Silently I admire the view for a moment, from his sculpted shoulders to the way his black dress pants hug his backside. He has tossed his jacket and tie on the couch, and the cuffs of his impeccable white dress shirt are unbuttoned. He finishes his call just as my fingers start to itch to touch him. I kick off my heels and walk towards him.
• "The cat is out of the bag in Star Cove,"I say, repeating Ronan's words. "I've been getting texts from all my old roommates, including a thinly veiled snarky one from Tillie, asking me when it all started. I haven't responded yet..."
• My voice fades as Diego turns towards me, and I see the cut on his lower lip and the bruise on his jaw. His shirt is stained with blood.