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whole ceremony and pictures to get through. It could be hours before you get to
eat again, so I’m going to make sure you do it now.”
    “Belle, I—”
    “Damn it. I’m your best friend. I’m going to watch out for
you.” She picked up the phone. “Yes, we’re in suite 2010. That’s right the
Presidential Suite. We need a couple of burgers.”
    “A salad.” If she ate a burger, she would split her dress
open. But a burger sounded so good. “No dressing.”
    Belle rolled her eyes. “A salad with grilled chicken and
vinaigrette on the side. And a burger, medium with fries, and two Diet Cokes.”
She hung up. “I will get some of those fries down your throat.” She stopped for
a moment. “You know I love you, right?”
    “I know.” She counted on it. Sometimes the only thing in the
world she could count on was Belle’s friendship. “Please understand that we all
have to do what we feel is best.”
    Her lips turned down in an almost sad expression. “That’s
true. I just need you to know that I want only the best for you.”
    Belle’s cell trilled.
    “You should answer that,” Kinley said. Belle called herself “just a secretary,” but Kinley knew that she valued her job—and the three lawyers she worked for. She ran
their office like clockwork and had for the last year.
    “It’s Kellan ,” Belle said
apologetically. “I’m sorry. We’re working on a big murder case. Do you mind?
I’ll probably have to run back to my room because my files are there.”
    “Go.” She was glad Belle had a career she loved.
    The door closed behind her best friend. Someday one of those
three lawyers she worked for was going to wake up and see what a huge catch
Belle was. She’d met Kellan , Eric, and Tate. They
were gorgeous and smart, and any one of them would be a great husband for
Belle.
    Or all three.
    Kinley let her head fall back. She
had to let that notion go, but the idea of those three hot lawyers just played
in her head. It wasn’t that she thought they were right for her—they had their
eyes on Belle—but the idea of being surrounded by strong men just did it for Kinley .
    She loved her dad. She really did, but she’d watched her mom
have to be the strong one all her life. Certainly, it wasn’t wrong to wish for
something more…
    Was Greg capable of loving and protecting her? She worried
about that…
    Staring at the woman in the mirror, Kinley acknowledged that she was his entrée into old-money society, a second chance
for Greg Jansen. His first wife had been a model. Carrie Anthony had been
beautiful and successful. As far as Kinley could
tell, she’d become a star. Then mental illness had tragically cut her life
short.
    Two months after their marriage, she’d killed herself.
    But Kinley wasn’t that girl. She
was strong. She didn’t run away from her responsibilities. Once she said “I
do,” she would be there forever.
    Kinley turned back to the mirror
and straightened her dress. It was almost time to start the rest of her life.
Nothing could save her from it now.

 
    * * * *

 
    Through the hidden cameras they’d planted in the suite the
night before, Dominic Anthony stared at the blonde in the wedding dress on the
screen. After a few minutes of surveillance, he knew that the gorgeous bride
had a pretty heart-shaped face and a juicy hourglass figure. Too bad she was a
money-grubbing whore.
    “There. I think I fixed the audio. Is the sound in the suite
back on?” Riley asked, looking up from his computer, already dressed in the
black and white uniform of room service staff.
    “I think so.” Dom nodded.
    “Good. Shitty that it crapped out through that whole
conversation with her sister,” Riley groused.
    Dominic didn’t care. He’d doubted they’d missed much.
Everything was in place now. Years of planning was finally coming together. So
why did he have a deep pit in his stomach, a feeling of gnawing anxiety as he
listened.
    “Oh, the audio is definitely working again.