Collin Tanner
My phone vibrated so hard against the kitchen island that it nearly slid into the sink. I glanced at the screen, and my heart sank when I saw the caller ID.
Ethan.
I pressed the phone to my ear, stepping out onto the quiet patio before the kids could hear. "Hey, Ethan—"
"Are you out of your absolute mind?" Ethan’s voice exploded through the speaker before I could even finish my greeting. "I just opened my laptop to catch up on the news, and your face is plastered all over every gossip site in North America! Collin, what are you doing in Zander Kash’s mansion?"
"It’s a long story," I said, rubbing the back of my neck.
"Did you know?" Ethan demanded, his tone laced with sharp concern. "Did you actually know you were taking a job working for the guy who spent years pretend
