wrath.”
Lilly patted his hand before withdrawing hers. “I don’t hate her, I just want to understand her reasons. Momma was only loving and kind to me. Whatever she did to you, that was not how she treated me.” She smiled at Sir sadly. “But we should leave that for another day. Really, all I want to do is get to know you better.”
“Agreed.”
Lilly raised her eyebrows playfully. “So I read that you run your own consulting company and that you used to be headmaster of a school. That’s all fine and good, but what do you do for fun?”
Sir looked at her strangely and did not reply.
“I mean, what are your hobbies? What do you do in your spare time?”
“Spare time? What the hell is that?” Sir laughed.
Brie wrapped her arm around his and smiled at Lilly. “The two of us are always on the run. If we aren’t working, we’re…doing things together.” She laid her head on Sir’s shoulder.
“I get that you two are a couple, but seriously, Thane. What do you enjoy doing on your own? Surely a man as independent as you has other interests.”
Brie felt a twinge of resentment. It felt as if the question was meant to be a jab against her, not asked out of simple curiosity.
“Although we haven’t had the time recently, I do enjoy the opera.”
Lilly’s eyes lit up. “I do too! Have you seen Carmen? It’s my favorite one.”
Sir shook his head. “No, I have not. Its storyline reminds me too much of my mother. I could only wish she had ended like that.”
Tears formed in Lilly’s eyes. “I…”
Sir sighed before reaching over and taking her hand. “I’m sorry. I think both of us must tread lightly when talking about her.”
She dabbed her eyes with a tissue and nodded. “Still, I really think you should see it. I love that opera.”
“I will keep it in mind, Lilly.”
“So other than our mutual love of opera, what else do we have in common?”
When Sir failed to answer, Brie chimed in. “He’s a talented cook.”
He shook his head in disagreement. “Talented is a stretch. Let’s just say that I enjoy my time in the kitchen.”
Lilly grinned. “I grew up in the kitchen with Momma. She was always experimenting with new dishes.”
Sir seemed interested. “Really? What did she cook?”
“Oh, every French dish under the sun. Momma always said the more butter and cream, the better.”
“No Italian then?”
“No, Momma said she hated Itali—” Lilly’s face fell and she immediately apologized. “Oh God, I’m sorry.”
Sir shook it off. “That’s fine. I think we’re done here.”
“Done? But we’ve barely started. I’ll be more careful with my words. I need to get to know you better. Please, Thane, don’t brush me off.”
“This is enough for now. We’ve established communication.”
Lilly got up from the table and rushed over, wrapping her arms around him. “I want so much more than that. Please, Thane.”
It was surreal to see a younger version of his mother hugging Sir so tightly. Brie hoped it brought him comfort, because it made her skin crawl.
“I’m staying at the Rayburn for the next couple of days. I would love to get together again. Please.”
Sir broke away from her and stood up, holding out his hand to Brie. “Miss Bennett and I have a busy week ahead, but I will consider it.”
“Thanks again for the plane ticket and hotel,” Lilly blurted. “I can’t tell you how much this means to me.”
“Don’t give it another thought.”
“Well, I’m sure you heard from your lawyer that I’m a junior accountant in New York and can barely make ends meet even with a roommate.” She laughed. “So getting the chance to come to LA is a dream come true for me, but meeting my long-lost big brother blows my mind!”
“It is equally unsettling for me.”
Lilly shook her head, looking at him with a humorous smile. “No, Thane, it’s not unsettling. It’s wonderful!”
He chuckled. “Fine, it’s wonderful.”
The next morning an envelope