He gave a short exhale, which could’ve been a laugh if he had the balls for it.
“You want me to go in and pretend we got the wrong pub?”
“No.”
“You want to stay here and continue muttering about lesbians?”
I shot him a look. “You’re awfully mouthy for someone employed to shut up and watch my back.”
“I’m watching your back,” Garrett said mildly. “It’s twitchy as hell.”
I breathed out hard through my nose.
She wasn’t even looking my way.
I took one last glance, then turned on my heel.
“Let’s go.”
“You sure?”
I didn’t answer.
But he followed anyway.
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The entire weekend was spent setting up a meticulous trap for Lucia during my trip to Paris. I sent Monica an email, copying in Evelyn. I’d have four days and nights with her on the extended itinerary. She’d be on my private plane, then in my suite. Her passport was on file, so travelling abroad wasn’t a problem.
I chuckled and took a sip of my scotch.
I’d tried everything else. It was time to give in.
Consequences be damned.
I wanted Lucia.
And an heir.
My days of coming home to an empty house were over. All I needed now was a good lawyer and an ironclad prenuptial agreement. The original NDA would stand—but I didn’t doubt that Lucia would reject my money.
Not when no one ever had.
I’d tried everything else. It was time to give in.
Consequences be damned.
I wanted Lucia.
And an heir.
My days of coming home to an empty house were over. All I needed now was a good lawyer and an ironclad prenuptial agreement. The original NDA would stand—but I didn’t doubt that Lucia would reject my money.
Not when no one ever had.
I tracked my finger over the laptop pad until it loaded her employee profile page.
There she was.
