Just One Scandal (The Kingston Family #2) Read Online Carly Phillips

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Kingston Family Series by Carly Phillips
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Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 61868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
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Drew had his car and drove her downtown to Beck’s. He insisted on walking her up to the loft and making sure she got inside safely. She assumed he also wanted to see if Beck had just gone home. He hadn’t.

“Do you have any idea where he went?” she asked as Drew turned to leave.

He shook his head. “At some point, he’ll end up somewhere to grab a drink and brood. I’m going to see Dad, and then Tripp and I will go looking for him. I have a couple of ideas where he’ll end up.”

She swallowed hard. “Bring him back safely,” she said, her voice hoarse from trying not to cry.

She was worried and stressed and very concerned about Beck’s reaction to something that really did sound potentially positive in the long run. He’d gone somewhere else while that doctor spoke, and Chloe had to wonder if he’d heard everything she said or put his own spin on the words that went in one ear and out another.

“I will, Chloe.” Drew pulled her into a hug. “You’re good for my brother. I know he’s got walls up but don’t give up on him, okay?”

She treated him to a small smile. “I’m not sure the final decision of what happens between us is going to be mine. But thank you. I know he’s going to need his family. I’m glad you’re all so close.”

He winked as he headed out, leaving her alone in Beck’s apartment with no idea where he’d gone. Having known the day would be long, she was already dressed in comfortable clothes, so she kicked off her shoes and left them by the door, then grabbed her iPad from her room and settled in on the sofa in the family room to wait.

To kill time and avoid worrying, she touched base with her friends who’d been calling her all through the weeks since the wedding, wanting to know how she was doing. She’d let them know she was fine, but now she began to open up about her life and her plans, feeling freer each time she explained leaving her job, entering the contest, and considering opening her own business.

With no news from Beck or his brothers, she pulled out her phone and texted him. Simple questions like how are you? Where are you? Want me to meet you someplace? The texts went unread and unanswered.

She’d eaten dinner and fallen asleep on the sofa reading when she heard the sound of the front door of the apartment opening.

“That’s it. Come on. Just a few more steps.” It sounded like Tripp talking, and Chloe moved the reader from her stomach and stood, rushing over to meet them.

Tripp’s arm was around Beck, who leaned against his brother, as Tripp guided him inside. “Bedroom?” Tripp asked Chloe before she could speak.

She nodded, following an obviously drunk Beck as his brother led him to his room and unceremoniously dumped him on the bed.

Chloe frowned and rushed over, lifting his feet, allowing him to stretch out on the mattress. She pulled off his shoes and set them on the floor before turning to Tripp.

“What happened?”

He shrugged. “Drew and I split up. He went to the club and I hit up Club TEN29. I found him shit-faced and about to order another drink. You can see for yourself he’d have ended up on the floor.”

She narrowed her gaze. “Where’s the club?”

“Not far from here. We know the owners,” Tripp said, glancing at Beck, who was on his back and snoring.

She sighed. “I’ve never seen him drunk.”

“He doesn’t do it often. Or ever, really. A drink or two to relax and that’s it. He’s just working off his demons. He’ll be fine in the morning.” He pulled a cell from his pocket and handed it to her. “This is Beck’s. It was on the counter where he was sitting. I grabbed it on the way out.”

She nodded, accepting the phone. “I’ll make sure he gets it in the morning. Tripp, wait. How’s your father?” She asked both for herself and for Beck, who would want to know when he sobered up.

He slid his hands into his back pockets. “Dad’s tough. He’s doing everything the doctors and nurses tell him, and he’s determined to get out of there in a few days. They won’t know if he needs chemo until the biopsies come back, but we’re hopeful. So are the doctors. Not that my brother heard anything they said.” He gestured to Beck, jerking his thumb in his sibling’s direction.

Chloe bit the inside of her cheek. “He hasn’t gotten over it.”

“Whitney,” Tripp said, stiffening. “Yeah. I know. We all reacted differently, but Beck’s always been a caretaker and he took on that role with my twin. I couldn’t handle it but that’s my problem. But Beck?” He shook his head. “He needs to stop living based on the past and look to the future. I tried to tell him that tonight, but given his condition, I doubt he heard a damned thing I said.”


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