Page 38 of Secret Heir For The Billionaire Twin

Steve gives me a knowing look.

"Did you?" he asks.

"I think so," I say.

"You think?" he asks.

I shrug.

"It wasn't right," I say.

He studies me for a second before letting it go.

"So," he says, "what's this about Boston?"

"I have an interview," I say.

He blinks.

"You?" he asks.

"Yes," I say.

"Not Adrian?" he asks.

"No," I say.

Steve leans back.

"Hold on," he says.

He actually laughs.

"You're voluntarily doing an interview?" he asks.

"It's part of the anniversary campaign," I say.

"I know what it's for," he says.

He shakes his head.

"I just never expected you to say yes," he says.

"Neither did Adrian," I say.

"So why did you?" he asks.

I roll the glass between my hands.

"The journalist seemed competent," I say.

"Competent," he says.

"She was," I say.

Steve smiles.

"I've known you for twenty-five years," he says.