Claimed by My Husband and His Bestfriends
For a few minutes, they were just a family.
Just as they were finishing dessert, Beck’s phone chimed from its spot on the table next to his plate.
The silence that followed was heavy, all of them staring at the lit screen.
Beck swallowed the last bit of cake on his fork and quickly grabbed it and tapped the screen.
His eyes moved rapidly as he scrolled. “It is through,” he said. “The payment was made from a private offshore account, but the registration name for the student portal was never changed.”
“Give us a name, Beck,” Jared said, his voice tight.