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Emily snorts. “They could lie.”

“What reason would they have to lie? They’re the biggest crime family on the East Coast. They have more money than they know what to do with, and they’re more powerful than most people could imagine. They have no reason to lie.”

Grady’s lips press together in a thin line. “Fine. We will go. Now, Emily, I need to have a word with Joshua.”

She nods and leaves the room, the door shutting behind her.

The second she’s gone, I let out a deep breath and scrub a hand over my face.

The disgusting stench of her cloying perfume still lingers.

A headache forms in my temples, and I can’t wait to go home and scrub her touch from my skin.

Grady’s attention turns to me as soon as we’re alone. “If I find out you’re lying to me about anything, I’m going to kill you.”

“I’m not.”

“Then you should still consider divorce. This could only strengthen our working relationship.”

“I won’t.” I stand and look down at him. “The only way I’m going to be leaving my wife is over my dead body.”

He gives me a chilling smile. “That can be arranged.”

Chapter Eleven

SKYLA

Joshua looksat me like he knows what he’s going to say will piss me off.

I don’t want him to say it. For once in my life, I just want something to be simple. Something to go the way I want it to go. The last thing I need is another hitch in the plans, and yet he seems determined to deliver one.

Joshua’s gaze locks with mine. “Grady and Emily are going to be coming to the wedding reception.”

My stomach drops. My insides might as well be trying to turn themselves into knots as I think about meeting the man who controls his life.

This could end in disaster, and I could end up dead.

Grady Granville is not the kind of man who takes people lying to him lightly.

Not that I’m about to tell Joshua how concerned I am.

I close the ledgers I’m looking through, setting them to the side as I look up at him. “Excuse me?”

“We talked about this. They have to believe that we’re actually in love, which means, the two of them are going to be at the reception, and you’re going to have to sell the fact that we’re a couple.”

Joshua shrugs off his leather jacket and slings it over the back of one of the chairs near the door.

It makes my eye twitch.

I’ve never met a man who is less likely to hang up his jackets when he gets home. Within the last two days, there have been two others thrown over chairs and abandoned there.

I should set them all on fire or cut them into small pieces and use them to choke him out.

He scowls at me as he kicks off his shoes, sending them into the wall. “Did you hear me?”

“I heard you but right now, I’m wondering when the hell you hired a maid to take care of the house.”

“Since when the hell do you get to tell me what to do in my own home?” He drops down into a chair on the other side of the table from me, pulling the gun from his shoulder holster and setting it between us.

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