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“I’m sorry.” Her voice is so soft it feels like a caress on my skin.
“I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Okay… Thanks for saving me,” she mumbles then with her head bowed she continues down the hallway.
When she turns the corner I head to the living room. There I sit for a while before I decide to make the call to this Vito Morales.
I’m sure men like him accept calls at any time of the day.
I’m right. He answers on the third ring.
“Vito Morales here. This better be good.” He has a gravel voice that sounds like he chain-smokes a hundred packs of cigarettes a day.
“I’m calling to settle a debt for Harper St. John.”
“Who am I speaking to?” His voice fills with interest, becoming almost friendlier.
“A friend of hers.” I never give my name for anything. The past has taught me to be cautious and careful.
“Must be a very good friend.”
“Just message this number the payment details and I’ll send the money over.”
This phone is untraceable and the number unlisted so he can’t use it to track me down to see where I am. It’s perfect for dealing with people like him.
“Sure thing. Pleasure doing business with you,Harper’s friend.”
“I need to know you won’t bother her again after this.”
“There will be no need to. You have my word.”
“Then I look forward to hearing from you.”
I hang up first and wait for the details to come through.
While I wait my mind buzzes with an idea.
Harper owes me now. And something wicked whispers to me telling me
exactly how she can pay me back.
Time to choose again. This time I’m choosing something that benefits me—Layla’s idea.
If Harper agrees I’ll do it. She can be my fake girlfriend and take the pressure off my wife situation.
It’s fake so it can work.
This arrangement will also free up my mind and give me some time to focus on finding out what Nigel and Nolan are up to. I couldn’t do that before because I knew I had to focus on finding a wife.
The more I think about this wild idea for Harper to be my fake girlfriend the better it sounds. Like a miracle answer that just fell right into my lap.
Josh doesn’t need to find out. And if he or Lisa sees anything about us in the papers I can tell them exactly what Layla said. The press is the press. Having the Le Blanche surname almost guarantees you a spot in the tabloids, and the press will run with whatever story suits them.
By the time Josh gets home I’ll be married. Problem solved.
As long as Harper and I don’t have any damning pictures—which we won’t—it could work. Itwillwork.
The only person who needs to believe we’re real is my father.
