“Act heartbroken but happy. Paint your family as the bad guys and us as the victims. Make the Hawks shine, Ms. Weaver, or else.”
I’m so sorry, Vaughn.
After everything he’d done to save me, I was about to undo it all with a few awful sentences.
Jethro suddenly wrapped an arm around my shoulders, crushing me into his body. His lips landed on my ear in a whisper-kiss. “Play the damn role. It’s not hard.”
Pulling away, his eyes burned into mine.You wanted to come back. You invited me to take you. Now you have to play along if you want to survive.
Looking away, I answered George’s question. “It is hard. I love my father and brother so much, but when I met Jethro...I just knew. He was it for me, and no matter what they say or do, I can’t change something that’s written by fate.”
My voice hovered in the room, quiet, unsure, but resonating in just the right frequency to melt George and Sylvie. Their postures changed, their interest flared, and Jethro relaxed a smidgen. “Good girl,” he murmured into my hair.
I shivered as his breath warmed my nape. I wanted my words to be real. I wanted it so much.
Then make it real.
Just because Jethro was damaged again, didn’t mean I couldn’t win him back.
Where was my strength? My conviction? I’d come back not to wallow in misery but toendthis.
Power shot into my blood; I sat straighter. Pinching my cheeks, I willed colour to paint my skin and dispel any sign of weakness. “True love is a curse, don’t you think?” I smiled for the first time, shoving aside my worries and throwing myself into this new challenge.
You want me to play my part, Jethro Hawk?
Fine.
I would play it so well, I would have the press eating out ofmyhand—not the Hawks’.
“I agree. Falling in love can be the most dangerous thing anyone can do.” Sylvie smiled.
Stealing Jethro’s hand, I looped my fingers with his and brought his large palm to my lips. I kissed him. I breathed in his scent of leather and money. I grew strong again.
He didn’t move. Didn’t inhale or twitch.
It doesn’t matter.
I’ll get him back.
“So your brother felt so strongly that the Hawk family wasn’t good enough for you, he spread vile rumours of debts and deaths...all to break you up?” George asked, his eyes gleaming.
Jethro faded into the background.
Please forgive me, Vaughn.
“Yes. V and I were very close growing up. I would tell him everything. But then I met Jethro, and I didn’t want to share my secret. I kept our affair hidden. I suppose that was a betrayal in my brother’s eyes. He felt like he lost me. And took it out on my love.”
Jethro smiled like the doting partner. “I will admit, it’s been hard.”
“I can imagine.” George grinned. Conferring to his notes, he perched higher. “How about, before we discuss other topics, we clear the confusion about those rumours. Would you mind?”
Jethro answered before I could. “By all means. We have nothing to hide.” His lips stretched over his teeth in a cool smile. “It would be beneficial to clear the air on the disgusting rumours Vaughn Weaver spread.”
My shoulders rolled at my twin’s name. I should’ve listened to him—not about running away, but arming myself with weapons and fighting the Hawks with violence rather than my idiotic idea of getting pregnant.
That’s over anyway.
I didn’t know how long the contraceptive would work, but I remembered a staff member having the injection and saying it lasted anywhere from three to six months.
