Page 122 of The Billionaire's Fake Fiancée

“What?” People are coming back to stand with me.

“What do you see?” Serena asks, glaring at the beach area.

“Is it a celeb?” Kitty asks.

“Whoa,” I say breathlessly. Out the corner of my eye, I can see Marvin still sitting in his spot next to Rex.

“I don’t see anything!” one of the cousins says. “What are we looking for?”

I haven’t thought that far. I’m just hating that Marvin isn’t moving. “So incredible!” I say.

“What?” another of them asks. They’re all staring in the direction I’m pointing.

Maybe it was a stupid idea. Deflated, I say the first thing that comes to mind. “A squirrel.”

A Driscoll cousin turns to me, baffled. “A squirrel?”

“Yeah,” I say. “But now it’s gone.”

She furrows her brow. “A squirrel isn’t that rare. They have them in the Caribbean.”

I mumble something about an unusual color and head back to my seat, wishing I’d said monkey, at least. That would’ve been less weird.

Everybody’s looking at me. “It seemed…like a unique breed or something?” Kitty asks.

“Yeah,” I say. “Never mind.”

Marvin regards me strangely.What?I think.

Luckily the boat guy chooses this time to scold the younger contingent for not wearing life vests.

“Really?” Rex whispers. “That’s what you went with?”

“What?” I say.

“A squirrel? Why on earth would you choose squirrel?”

It’s only then I remember our squirrel thing with the joke about sexy chittering from the salon. “Um…oops.”

Rex scowls.

“I’m not good at inventing on the spot,” I say.

“No, you’re not, are you?”

I set my chin on his shoulder again and whisper, “Did you get a better look at the envelope?”

“How would I?” he replies under his breath.

I sigh. We ride the rest of the way in silence. Either Marvin picked up his own delivery, or he’s smarter than we could ever have given him credit for, and he’s tormenting us.

Clark is concernedwhen we get back to the room. “We can’t find anything that’s threatening Bellcore,” he says. “I’ve been on the phone with Bob Bell nearly all day—he’s made moves to prevent any possible sabotage or PR disaster. Our guys have been sniffing around behind his back and his team looks tight.”

Rex scowls. “Keep looking.”

“Will do,” Clark says, gathering up his stuff to leave. “How was the island?”

Rex and I look at each other. That island was a lot of things.

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