"Come with me."
Sebastian stood and walked out of the coffee shop.
Naomi tucked the draft away and followed.
Meanwhile, at the Sinclair estate.
The old man hung up the phone with his old friend looking considerably lighter.
He headed downstairs and found Derek and Vivian in the living room. The smile on his face dropped instantly. "Derek. Where's your brother?"
"At the office," Derek answered fast. "Nathan's at his firm."
Watching him answer so quickly this time, the old man's mouth twitched. "Good. Noted."
"Grandpa, how'd you sleep last night?" Vivian asked out of nowhere.
Something uneasy stirred in Derek's chest instantly.
Whatever she's about to bring up, it's not going to be good.
"Fine," the old man said, flat, and turned to head back upstairs.
He'd been the loudest voice
