The returned Heir Alastair got into the car.“That oblivious little man,” Laird said, sliding in after him. “I liked him better when he was still hoping we’d buy the glass pool.”Hero climbed in last, eyeing the mini fridge built into the door panel. “Please tell me lunch is happening soon, because I need a good meal after all that.”“Get in,” Alastair said, ignoring him fondly. “I’ll fill you all in properly on the way.”They’d barely cleared the gates when Hero, still mid-complaint about his stomach, glanced out the window and went quiet.“Wait, isn’t that—”“Yes,” Alastair said, before Hero could finish his query.Laird leaned across to get a better look. “And that’s your father driving it.”“I’m aware.”What Alastair found stranger than the car itself was who was driving it. Zayn never drove himself anywhere, hadn’t in years, and yet there he unmistakably was, alone behind the wheel, idling just far enough from Amsterdam & Co.’s gates to look casual about it.Elliot caught his ey
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