The Wedding Pact Box Set - Denise Grover Swank Page 0,178

that she’d fight for them. And she did. Still, Neil was bound to be unhappy. She’d promised to spend the day with his family, but now she’d have to come into the office for a few hours. Was the fact that she was secretly relieved a bad sign?

“And the court reporter has been scheduled?”

“Before she even left the building.” Melissa hesitated. “In fact, before Mr. Lowry left the conference room.”

Something in her tone held a sound of warning.

“What aren’t you telling me?” Blair asked.

Melissa stared at her for several uncomfortable seconds. “I really like my job, Blair. I love working for you.”

Blair released a sigh. She’d tried not to obsess about the threat hanging over her head. She couldn’t do anything about it, and worrying about it was wasted effort. Still, the unknown loomed over her like a nuclear bomb’s mushroom cloud. “I promise I’m doing everything I can to make sure we both still have a job next week. And if I have to move somewhere else, I’ll try my best to bring you with me.”

Melissa’s jaw went slack. “Are you going to tell me what’s going on?”

Oh, shit. She let out a long sigh. If anyone deserved to know, it was her assistant. “You can’t tell a soul.”

Melissa rolled her eyes. “Please.”

Blair gave her a quick version of Ben Stuart’s warning, but enough for her to convey the seriousness of the situation.

“So what are you going to do about it?” Melissa asked.

“I’m getting married on Saturday. That should take care of the issue. With any luck, you won’t have to worry about your job.”

“It’s not that.” Her mouth twisted as she looked down at her lap, then back up at Blair. “Maybe it would be best if I kept my opinion to myself.”

Blair gave her assistant her full attention as warning bells went off in her head. “Your opinion about what?”

“Mr. Lowry.”

Oh, shit. The way she’d been mooning over him had to be incredibly obvious. Melissa was a bright and perceptive woman. One of the many reasons Blair loved having her as her right-hand person. She often saw things that Blair didn’t. “Go on.”

Melissa bit her lower lip, then gave her a half smile. “Mr. Lowry was talking to his client when I went back in to schedule the reporter. He told him that he liked to sleep with quite a few women.”

Blair fought the urge to suck in a breath. So Melissa thought she was a fool . . . “I see,” she said in an icy tone.

“But in his defense—” Melissa said grudgingly, ignoring her boss’s change in demeanor, “he said it after Mr. Norfolk accused Mr. Lowry of going easy on you because he wanted to sleep with you.”

Blair cringed. “And what’s the point of any of this?”

“I’m not sure really.” Melissa clasped her hands together and fiddled with her fingers. “I probably shouldn’t have mentioned it at all.”

“Yet you did. Why?”

“I think he might have other motives.”

Now she had Blair’s attention. She leaned her forearm on the desk. “Why do you say that?”

“Because Mr. Lowry caught me in the hallway to try and make up for his attempt to weasel his way onto your schedule yesterday. I quickly shut him down, and as I walked away, Bill Hendricks ribbed him for being turned down by the Ice Princess. He also told Mr. Lowry that you’re known as the Ice Queen.”

Both women were aware of their nicknames, not that either of them cared. “So?”

“Mr. Lowry blasted him for calling us sexually degrading names.”

Blair scowled. “Was he doing it for your benefit? Thinking you’d come back and tell me like you’re doing now?”

“No,” she said quietly. “I’d already rounded the corner and was eavesdropping. Mr. Lowry’s voice was low, as if he was trying not to call attention to himself. He seemed furious.”

Blair slowly spun her chair around so she could look out her window. What was Garrett up to? He claimed he hadn’t known that she was Neil’s fiancée, and maybe she was gullible, but she believed him. So what was his angle? Did he want one last round in bed with her before she married his cousin? “Thanks for the intel. I’ll see if I can figure out how to use it to my advantage tomorrow.”

“That’s not why I told you.”

She jerked her gaze up to Melissa.

Melissa’s voiced softened. “I think he really cares about you, Blair.”

Blair’s heart skipped a beat, and she smashed down the hope that bloomed in her heart. Garrett Lowry