Secret Weapon Spouse - By B. J. Daniels Page 0,22
Alex drove a pickup, worked as a fireman and that his last name was Graham. He’d never wondered about why he was hired by his clients. It was dangerous.
But this time, he found himself considering what his client was so afraid these two were going to find out. A fireman and a wedding planner. Hell, how dangerous could they be?
Several things about the two did make him wonder. One, the car switching and how fast the wedding planner drove. And that she went home alone. What was wrong with this Alex guy that he’d let that happen?
Victor looked up and realized he didn’t see her car. He sped up. No way had she seen him tailing her. No way. Traffic was light. If she could have turned, he would have seen her. But somehow she’d given him the slip. Again.
She must have suspected someone might follow her.
But how had she known how to lose him like that?
Who the hell was this woman?
Victor Constantine planned to find out.
SAMANTHA THOUGHT she would never be able to get to sleep. Her mind raced with the day’s events, her thoughts always circling back to Alex Graham.
She took a hot bath and climbed naked between the cool sheets, her head aching from where she’d been struck by the board at the condo. Her body also aching for a man’s touch. Not any man’s touch. Alex Graham’s. She squeezed her eyes shut, praying for sleep. Praying for Sonya and Caroline.
The next thing she knew she was awakened by the phone. “Hello?”
For some reason she thought it would be Alex. Probably because he’d been on her mind again right before she’d fallen asleep.
“I woke you. Sorry,” Clare said. “But I knew you’d want this right away.”
Samantha sat up. Clare couldn’t have already heard from the lab with a match on the fingerprints from the champagne bottle or glasses. It hadn’t been that long ago that Samantha had dropped them off.
She turned on the lamp and glanced at the clock beside her bed. “What are you doing still working at this hour of the night?”
“Couldn’t sleep.”
Samantha knew that feeling. Normally.
“It’s about Preston Wellington III.”
She felt her heart leap in her throat. Something had happened to him. Isn’t that what she’d been afraid of?
“According to every record available in the U.S., no one by that name exists,” Clare said.
“What?” She sat up straighter, trying to make sense of what Clare was saying.
“No record of a birth, social security card, employment, library card, school attendance, graduation, marriage or death. Nada,” Clare said. “There was no Preston Wellington III. Until a year ago.”
Samantha groaned. “You’re sure?”
Clare chuckled. “He must have made some impression.”
“It wasn’t just him. They were one of the few couples who made me think, ‘Wow, they truly love each other. These two might really make it.’ He seemed so head-over-heels for her. How could I be so wrong?”
“She’s rich? And he’s one hell of an actor?” Clare suggested. “You know what amazes me? That someone with Caroline Graham’s money wouldn’t be suspicious of every man she met. I’d run a check on the man before I even dated him—let alone agreed to marry him. I guess the old adage is true: Love is blind.”
“She must not have wanted to know,” Samantha said, thinking about the shirts in the closet at the condo. Love was indeed blind—and stupid, she thought. “Well, if Preston Wellington III is just some name he’s taken, then who is he?”
“Your guess is as good as mine. I see your note here about sending some fingerprints to be analyzed? If his prints are on file, I guess we’ll know soon enough.”
If his prints were on file. Samantha had a bad feeling they would be and not because of some employment requirement. She wouldn’t be surprised now to learn that the man had a record. After all, Caroline’s fiancé had already proven himself a liar. Chances were good he would have had a run-in with the law.
In fact, chances were even better that Samantha had run into him tonight at the condo.
Chapter Six
The next morning on her way into Weddings Your Way, Samantha passed Juan DeLeon leaving. Sonya Botero’s fiancé was tall, dark and incredibly good-looking but today he appeared shattered, like a man who feared he’d lost everything. The expression on his handsome face broke her heart.
To find someone you wanted to spend the rest of your life with and to lose them— The thought broke off abruptly as she recalled the single time she’d