Two Billionaires and A Bride
Like his brother, he was skinny as a rail—pale too, with pinchy shadows around his eyes no boy his age should have.
“Sorry,” he said guiltily, though her glower had faded. “Forgot to knock.
Charlie ate the last of the cereal yesterday.”
Without their mother to cook for them, cereal and milk had become their go-to meal.
I’m screwing up, Rebecca thought. If I’m going to keep them out of foster care, I need to do better.
“I’ll make breakfast,” she announced, immediately wondering if she could.
Charlie skidded down the hall in his socks and bumped into his brother. He and Pete were blond like her, but not identical. Charlie was a hair taller and had a wider, more anxious mouth. He hung his point
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