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ready to give birth. A lot could happen in six months, and by the time she had to see Asher again, months would have passed. She’d be completely over him by then. Maybe then it’d even stop hurting.
Knock, knock.
“Miss Greer? Your father wants to talk to you downstairs in his study.”
Greer sat up on her narrow bed. “He does?”
“Yes, ma’am. Says it’s very important. Can you come down?”
“I’ll be right there.” Odd that he’d send someone to come find her. Normally he sent her an email—even when she was living under his roof. Perturbed, she found her shoes and then headed downstairs.
The big house was curiously quiet. Normally someone had the television going, and the endless stream of girlfriends had their friends over, or there was staff running around. It seemed like at the Dutchman castle, there was always someone present. Tonight, it was spookily silent. Ominous.
Now she was just being ridiculous.
Her father’s study door was closed, and she knocked to let him know she was there.
“Come in.”
Well, he didn’t sound upset. Then again, Stijn never sounded upset. Greer entered, the nervous feeling remaining in the pit of her belly. It turned to confusion when she entered and saw that Bunni, Kiki, and Tiffi, dressed in their usual Easter egg colors, were seated next to the empty chair waiting for her. All eyes turned to her, and everyone was smiling.
What on earth was going on? “You asked me to come downstairs,
Vader
?”
“I did,” Stijn clasped his hands and leaned forward on his desk. “I have some very exciting news to go over with you. Please, sit.” He gestured at the empty chair. “I think you’ll be pleased.”
She would? Greer sat, mystified. This wouldn’t be business, not with the triplets at hand. But what was so important about his personal life? Was he getting another award? If so, why have a meeting? Why not just send her another email?
Stijn relaxed back in his chair. “I’m afraid this is a bit unprecedented for a man such as myself, but the time has come.” He paused dramatically, and then continued. “I hope your schedule is free for the next month—”
“Actually,” Greer interrupted, fighting the urge to raise her hand and ask permission. “I’m in the process of planning two weddings back in New York, and I really don’t think . . .” Her voice died at the stern look he gave her. “What is it?”
“I’m getting married.”
Her jaw dropped.
Stijn gave her a smug smile, clearly pleased by her shock. “I have surprised you.”
“I, well, yes.” Flustered, Greer twisted her hands in her lap. “I mean, not that it’s not a great thing. I suppose everyone wants to get married at some point in their life. It’s just that you’ve never indicated and well . . .” She looked over at the triplets, all three of which were beaming at her. And well, this was awkward.
Which girlfriend was it? In the last few days, she’d gotten to know the triplets a little more. Kiki was the most normal one, Bunni was a bit of a dreamer and very into new age stuff, and Tiffi, well . . . Tiffi might have been dropped on her head as a small child. The less said about her, the better. But she didn’t know which one her father was going to marry, and wasn’t that strange? Then again, she’d never been able to figure out her father’s motives. She suppressed a pang of hurt that he’d been with her mother for several years and had opted to dump her when she got pregnant instead of marrying her, but one of these blondes would get a ring? What did they have that Lakshmi didn’t?
But that wasn’t fair. Lakshmi was long dead and the past was past. Greer put a smile on her face, because the triplets had been nice to her. Well, nice enough. “Which one of you should I congratulate?”
Tiffi squealed, and Bunni wiggled in her seat. Kiki just smiled. Greer noticed they all three had their hands clasped together in solidarity. Surely . . . this
Knock, knock.
“Miss Greer? Your father wants to talk to you downstairs in his study.”
Greer sat up on her narrow bed. “He does?”
“Yes, ma’am. Says it’s very important. Can you come down?”
“I’ll be right there.” Odd that he’d send someone to come find her. Normally he sent her an email—even when she was living under his roof. Perturbed, she found her shoes and then headed downstairs.
The big house was curiously quiet. Normally someone had the television going, and the endless stream of girlfriends had their friends over, or there was staff running around. It seemed like at the Dutchman castle, there was always someone present. Tonight, it was spookily silent. Ominous.
Now she was just being ridiculous.
Her father’s study door was closed, and she knocked to let him know she was there.
“Come in.”
Well, he didn’t sound upset. Then again, Stijn never sounded upset. Greer entered, the nervous feeling remaining in the pit of her belly. It turned to confusion when she entered and saw that Bunni, Kiki, and Tiffi, dressed in their usual Easter egg colors, were seated next to the empty chair waiting for her. All eyes turned to her, and everyone was smiling.
What on earth was going on? “You asked me to come downstairs,
Vader
?”
“I did,” Stijn clasped his hands and leaned forward on his desk. “I have some very exciting news to go over with you. Please, sit.” He gestured at the empty chair. “I think you’ll be pleased.”
She would? Greer sat, mystified. This wouldn’t be business, not with the triplets at hand. But what was so important about his personal life? Was he getting another award? If so, why have a meeting? Why not just send her another email?
Stijn relaxed back in his chair. “I’m afraid this is a bit unprecedented for a man such as myself, but the time has come.” He paused dramatically, and then continued. “I hope your schedule is free for the next month—”
“Actually,” Greer interrupted, fighting the urge to raise her hand and ask permission. “I’m in the process of planning two weddings back in New York, and I really don’t think . . .” Her voice died at the stern look he gave her. “What is it?”
“I’m getting married.”
Her jaw dropped.
Stijn gave her a smug smile, clearly pleased by her shock. “I have surprised you.”
“I, well, yes.” Flustered, Greer twisted her hands in her lap. “I mean, not that it’s not a great thing. I suppose everyone wants to get married at some point in their life. It’s just that you’ve never indicated and well . . .” She looked over at the triplets, all three of which were beaming at her. And well, this was awkward.
Which girlfriend was it? In the last few days, she’d gotten to know the triplets a little more. Kiki was the most normal one, Bunni was a bit of a dreamer and very into new age stuff, and Tiffi, well . . . Tiffi might have been dropped on her head as a small child. The less said about her, the better. But she didn’t know which one her father was going to marry, and wasn’t that strange? Then again, she’d never been able to figure out her father’s motives. She suppressed a pang of hurt that he’d been with her mother for several years and had opted to dump her when she got pregnant instead of marrying her, but one of these blondes would get a ring? What did they have that Lakshmi didn’t?
But that wasn’t fair. Lakshmi was long dead and the past was past. Greer put a smile on her face, because the triplets had been nice to her. Well, nice enough. “Which one of you should I congratulate?”
Tiffi squealed, and Bunni wiggled in her seat. Kiki just smiled. Greer noticed they all three had their hands clasped together in solidarity. Surely . . . this
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