Page 3 of No Backup Plan


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And even though the company had been founded by Evan's father – and not Evan himself – Evanhadto know that the whole family enterprise was circling the drain.

Or maybe not.The guy wasn't exactly humble.

Under my prolonged silence, Evan barked out again. "Get that filth off my screen."

Oh, nowthatwas rich.

If I hadn't already dropped the clicker, I might have hurled it at his head.Seriously? Who did he think he was?

Compared to medical malpractice, that stupid photo was nothing. After all, it's not likeI'dglued someone's wound shut with a paperclip still inside.

I heard myself say,"Yourscreen?"

His reply was clipped. "What?"

"It's notyourscreen. It'sourscreen. You're inouroffice suite, remember?"

It was true.We'd invited Evan Carver onto our home turf, where you'd think we'd have an advantage.

Apparently not.

Not when a weasel on your own team sabotages everything for petty revenge.

And of course, it was at this glorious moment when the conference room door swung open and my boss Stuart burst into the room, calling out with a smile, "Sorry I'm late! Theflight from Boston—" His words abruptly stopped as he took the temperature of the room.

Ice cold?

Or flaming hot?

Honestly, it was hard to say. It wasn't comfy, that's for sure.

I opened my mouth to reply, but Evan Carver beat me to it, jabbing a finger toward the screen. "Isthisyour idea of branding?"

Stuart looked toward the image, and his jaw dropped. "What the…?" He looked to me. "That's not the version I approved."

I winced. "Right. I know, but—"

He didn't even let me finish. "Just what the hell do you think you're doing?"

Before I could even think to reply, Evan announced, "She's making a mockery of all of us."

Stuart turned to me with a glare. "Is that true?"

Evan deserved a lot more than mockery. Just last night, he'd shown up at my apartment for God's sake – uninvited, supposedly to talk.

I hadn't believed him, not after weeks of weirdness and threats.

I hadn't let him in.

But now, like a student caught cheating, I started to stammer. "That slide…I wasn't the one who put it there."

I wasn't even sure how Toby had gotten the image.That bachelorette party had been a lifetime ago.

And that girl on the floor?

She was a fellow bridesmaid hamming it up for the photo.

And the paramedic?