Page 96 of The Billionaire's Fake Fiancée

Tabitha

Clark is working awayon two phones and three computers the next day when Rex and I get back from an uneventful breakfast buffet session.

“I’m narrowing this down,” Clark says, turning one of the monitors to where Rex can see it.

Rex bends down and lets out a string of profanities.

Clark is looking up at him. “Right?”

“Wydover,” Rex growls.

“It’s who you thought?” I ask. “Wydover is your business enemy, right?”

“Yeah, and he’s been slowly and methodically dumping Bellcore all week.”

“Wow,” I say.

“What about connections to Marvin?” he asks Clark. “Anything turn up?”

“Not yet,” Clark says. “Not surprising. Whatever’s there, they hid it well enough from Gail’s people.Ifthere’s something there.” Clark taps on more keys.

“What else?” Rex barks in his usual surly way, not worrying about niceties.

“Nothing. The PIs are chasing things down. Whateverpull the trigger on Bellcoremeans, still no clue.”

“Damn,” Rex says.

“Waiting game now.”

“Sounds like cabana time,” I say to Rex.

Clark snorts.

Rex turns to Clark. “You need me for anything?”

Clark furrows his brow, like that’s a weird question. “Well, not specifically. Why?”

“Tabitha and I are going to sit in the cabana.” He turns to me. “Go get ready.”

Clark widens his eyes “You’re going to sit in a cabana?”

“What? We need to watch Marvin. And this is our couples dynamic—I’m the brutish one, and she gets me to have fun, or what was it?” He turns to me.

“You’re the brute who shows me his soft side and I’m the sassy fun one,” I say.

He points at me. “That.”

Clark furrows his brow. “So therefore you will sit in acabana?” He looks over at me. I give him a big grin.

“I can run the algo team on my phone. Anyway, I want to keep an eye on Marvin,” Rex says. “I want to get a look in his room.”

“A look in his room,” Clark says, and I find it interesting that he seemed way more surprised about the cabana thing.

“It’s time. He’s been following us,” Rex says. “I want to know why.”

A few moments later, Rex and I are heading onto the huge main deck in deck wear, which for me is my bikini, flip-flops, and an elegant black cover-up. For Rex it’s trunks and a short-sleeved button-down shirt, yellow with a faded white print. His bare arms and legs shine in the sun, corded with muscles.

Stop being sexy,I think.Stop, stop, stop!

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