Their Soul Mate [The Hot Millionaires #5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Zara Chase Page A

Justine said tersely.
    “Think about what we said. Ring me and I’ll come and get you any time. Oh, and don’t forget, ring Mansell, smooth his ruffled feathers, and make sure the reception goes off without a hitch. It’s important.”
    “I know how to do my job.”
    “You certainly used to,” Jason said. Zac’s anger intensified when Jason winked at her, as though she hadn’t been referring to the office. “I’ll see you there, if not before, and we’ll talk some more.”
    “There’s nothing to talk about.”
    He chuckled. “Yeah there is, and we both know it.”
    He sauntered from the room, leaving a heavy silence in his wake. Cody seemed as dumbstruck as Zac himself felt. Justine stared after the retreating jerk and seemed to have lost her tongue altogether.
    “You obviously haven’t been lonely,” Cody said caustically.
    Justine blushed. “It isn’t how it looks.”
    “Sure it’s not,” Zac said, rolling his eyes.
    “He turned up. I—”
    Zac cast her a quelling glance. “Do what you like. It seems you’ve made your choice anyway.”
    “I still have business with Jason. Until this Mansell thing is over—”
    “You don’t have to explain to me, but remember what I told you before. I don’t take other men’s leftovers.”
    Zac turned on his heel and left the kitchen, too angry and disappointed to trust himself to say anything else. He went into his study and slammed the door hard enough to make the glass panel in it rattle. He’d rushed back from the States sooner than he should have, left a load of business undone, all because he’d wanted to get back to a woman he thought was special. He was a damned idiot who should know better than to think with his prick.
    Moodily he switched his computer on and tried to concentrate on the flood of e-mails awaiting his attention. He read through several important ones but wasn’t able to absorb a word. Five minutes later Cody joined him and Zac welcomed the opportunity to abandon his pretence at working.
    “Shit!” Cody said, succinctly summing up the situation.
    “Yeah, shit.”
    “She’s made a bit of a fool of us.”
    “And some.” Zac scowled. “Do you think the jerk has been here all the time we’ve been away?”
    “I don’t know. Justine seemed stunned by your dramatic exit and refused to talk about it.”
    Zac shrugged. “What’s to talk about? The facts kinda speak for themselves. Anyway, what have you two been discussing all this time if not her renewed devotion to the jerk?”
    “Your mother,” Cody said gently. “Justine’s found her.”
    Zac’s head shot up. “Already?”
    “It wasn’t that hard, apparently.”
    “Where is she?”
    “Best let Justine tell you.”
    “Why, is it bad?”
    Cody shrugged. “I’ll call her in. We can’t ignore her just because she’s disappointed us.”
    Zac shot him a look. “Says who?”
    “Get over it, Zac.” Cody sighed. “Treat her as another business contact.”
    “I don’t make a habit of fucking my business contacts.”
    “Yeah, I know what you mean.” Cody ran a hand through his hair. “I still remember that little mewing noise she made when she—”
    “And you’re telling me to get over it?”
    “I thought she had something, is all.”
    “We both did.” Zac growled. “But we were wrong. She’s just another broad.” He leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and massaged the bridge of his nose. “Go on then. Let’s get this over with.”
    Cody stuck his head around the door and called to Justine. She appeared quickly, looking upset yet defiant.
    “Cody tells me you’ve found my mother,” Zac said coldly.
    “Yes.”
    She threw a photograph on his desk. Zac glanced at it then did a double take.
    “Fucking hell! Is this her?”
    “I would imagine so.”
    Cody glanced over Zac’s shoulder and let out a soft whistle. “She was quite something.”
    “Where is she now?” Zac asked.
    “In a care facility in Southampton. I traced her through your