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he never finds out who you really are.”

He nodded and looked over at Kevin, who was mixing another drink. “Seriously though, I’m not sure more alcohol is a good idea after—”

The back door opened, and Megan froze in terror when she saw the blond in the gray pencil skirt and white blouse.

She’d forgotten all about Blair. How could she have forgotten about Blair? Her best friend searched the yard, her face contorting in horror before she made a beeline for her.

Josh lowered his voice as his gaze moved to her friend. “Who’s that and why am I suddenly nervous?”

“That’s one of my two best friends. And we should both be scared.”

“I take it she knows?” he whispered.

“Everything up until I boarded the plane.”

“Shit.”

From the angry look on Blair’s face, Megan couldn’t help agreeing with him.

Chapter Seven

Josh wasn’t frightened by much, but the woman who was making her way toward them looked like she wanted to rip someone’s head off. Possibly his. She didn’t look dressed for a cocktail party. She wore a business skirt paired with a white shirt and jacket. The glare that her icy blue eyes shot at him made him seriously fear she might take one of her black stiletto heels and jab his eyes out. Josh inched closer to Megan.

“Blair,” Megan said. “What are you doing here?”

“We had plans tonight,” Blair said, her voice a monotone.

“Yeah. About that . . . I forgot to call you.”

“I’ll say,” she said, stopping in front of them. She eyed Josh up and down. “Apparently you have a lot to tell me.” Her voice lowered so that Kevin and Megan’s grandmother couldn’t hear. “Like how you picked up a new fiancé on a four-hour flight.” Blair’s eyes narrowed. “Were you the one who drugged her?”

“No!” Megan protested loud enough that her brother and grandmother looked over at them.

Had they heard anything incriminating?

Megan grabbed Blair’s arm and dragged her over to the food table, farther away from the others. Though she allowed herself to be dragged backward, Blair quirked her brow at Josh. “Oh, you better get your ass over here and join us, lover boy.”

Josh knew he was going to have to dig himself out of this one. Part of him considered walking away from it all, throwing in the towel, but he wasn’t ready to do that. After seeing this lavish display of wealth, he was certain that Megan’s father—who genuinely seemed like a nice guy—had plenty of incentive to take Josh’s plans and make a fortune out of them, snagging away their investor to boot. Josh wasn’t sure there was enough money in the world to keep Nicole Vandemeer happy. He had to stay longer to see what he could uncover. He suspected some of Bart Vandemeer’s business associates might be at the party, and Josh hoped to sniff out information from them in the guise of polite conversation. Tonight could help him direct his investigation. He may have fallen into this role by chance, but it was showing more potential than he could have imagined at the airport earlier.

He cast a glance at the feisty brunette next to him. And then there was Megan herself . . .

No, Josh wasn’t going anywhere yet, bitchy best friend be damned.

Megan looked over her shoulder, then back at her friend. “Who told you I was drugged? And how did you find out about Josh?”

“Kevin. He wanted to know why your fiancé Josh let you get shit-faced on an afternoon flight.”

Megan’s back stiffened underneath Josh’s arm. He’d unconsciously returned his arm to the small of her back. He considered dropping it but decided it added to the illusion of a couple in love. Even so, he had to admit that wasn’t the only reason he kept it there. It felt good.

The angry woman in front of him didn’t seem appeased by the gesture; if anything, she looked angrier when her steely gaze lowered to his arm.

“What did you tell him?” Megan asked, her jaw clenched.

“What did I tell him? Why don’t we talk about what you haven’t told me?” Blair hissed. Josh wasn’t sure Blair’s eyes could squint any tighter as she shot daggers of hate at him. “What the hell is going on here?” she asked, adding emphasis to each word.

Megan rolled her eyes. “It’s a long story.”

“It can’t be that long,” Blair countered. “Eight hours ago you were single. What great love story could have unfurled in that time frame?”

“It was all a misunderstanding,” Megan said.

“Oh, really?” Blair kept