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The mean man opens the gate for Spencer.
“She’s with me,” he says to the mean guy, who glares deeply at me as he lets us through the gate. I force myself not to smirk at him, though I’m tempted to.
Lincoln is still standing there, and he introduces himself. “I’m Lincoln, but I’m pretty sure you already knew that.”
“It’s nice to meet you. I’m so sorry to crash your party, but I need a word with Spencer,” I say, and I hear the desperation in my own voice.
“Must be serious if you flew all the way here to talk to him,” Lincoln says.
“It is,” I confirm.
“Well, it's nice to meet you, and I hope we'll see more of you.” Lincoln smiles, and he heads back toward a row of lounge chairs.
Spencer leads me over toward his lounge chair. He grabs a white T-shirt and pulls it over his head.
“You don’t have to do that on my account,” I say. The dumb words are out of my mouth before I can stop them.
He chuckles. “What did you have to tell me?”
I glance around. The music is loud here, and he’s in a swimsuit, and somehow…this doesn’t seem like the right place to have this conversation. “Can we, uh, go somewhere more private to talk?”
He nods and stands. “Come with me.”
And then I follow him past the mean guy, through the casino, and toward a bank of elevators. He takes me up to his room, and when he opens the door, I spot three garment bags hanging in the open closet—a white one and two black ones.
“You brought your fancy clothes, I see,” I say, trying to make light of things. I glance down at the bottom of the closet where I see at least five pairs of shoes. “And your entire closet of shoes.”
He laughs. “Only one of those garment bags is mine. Grayson trusts me the most out of the three other Nash brothers, so I’m storing the bride’s and groom’s clothes until the wedding.”
“Why here and not at their house?” I ask. It’s a dumb question, but I can’t just cut right to the reason why I’m here.
“The bride just picked them up today and came straight here rather than stopping home. She didn’t want to leave them in the car, so she asked me.”
I raise my brows. “That’s nice of you.” I’m tempted to peek inside the bag, but I refrain.
He grabs some clothes. “Give me a minute, okay?” he asks, and he disappears to the restroom.
I wander over toward the windows. I stop and look out at the view of the Strip from here. When he emerges, he’s wearing a pair of shorts and a nicer shirt.
“So, I don’t mean to be rude, but you’ve got me curious. What’s going on?” he asks.
I shift my gaze back out the window. “I found out some things about Amelia and the vineyard that might explain why she was cheating on you.”
He sucks in a breath—his only response to my words.
I turn around and face him. “I’ve been trying to dig into why she’d do that to you, and I found some video footage of her and Drew in my office after hours. They were looking for something, trying to figure out if I knew something they knew, and Drew said something about if she marries him, she gets the vineyard.”
His brows furrow. “How does that affect me?”
I clear my throat. “Drew mentioned that he doesn’t have the kind of money to give her that being married to you would’ve given her.”
“Oh,” he says. And then the truth hits him. “Ohh. So she was planning to marry me to get the vineyard and then…divorce me and take me for all I’m worth?”
“Something like that,” I say softly. “I’m so, so sorry to be the one to tell you this. But I felt like you had to know, and I felt like it warranted an in-person discussion.”
“Yeah,” he mutters. “Wait a minute. Why would she get the vineyard if she married me?”
“I guess Nana decided she was willing it to whichever grandchild got married first—and stayed married for at least a year. And if they produce a great-grandchild, they get a bonus plot of land in Temecula.”
