Page 68 of Celebrity

My heart dropped. How was I going to face Mommy?

“Does anyone else know?”

“I doubt it. Our families and the guests are preparing for the show. Your former client sent me a message. He wanted to have me on hand when ‘the shit hit the fan.’ Those are his words, not mine.”

“Trust Clint to put things in perspective.” I studied Jacinta. “You okay?”

She had her head back and eyes closed, her telltale sign she had a raging migraine.

Veer walked up to us and stretched out his hand. “Let’s go, Ms. Camden. We’ll get you something for your headache and then you can explain the conversation I walked in on.”

Without protesting as I’d expected whenever someone bossed her about, she stood and slid her palm over Veer’s. They left without a backward glance.

Dev cleared his throat, bringing my attention to him, and then lifted a brow.

I shrugged my shoulders and then said, “Don’t ask me. I have no idea what that’s about. I was only kidding about them when I made the comment at the house.”

Ashur pushed me toward Dev and then sat beside me. “So, little sis, I guess you’re going to announce tomorrow.”

“Yep.”

“How do you feel about it?” He leaned over and smirked at Devin.

“I like my privacy, but I love her. There’s no contest. I’m with her all the way.” Devin picked up my hand, kissing my fingers.

“This puts our plans on hold. The dirt is now public. I’d still like to put a virus on Decker’s, Sanders’s, and Miller’s systems.”

“Not happening. I’m going to have enough trouble without you two adding to it,” I informed my brother. “You should be thanking me for keeping you from doing anything that hedged the law.”

“What we planned wasn’t hedging, it was full-on illegal.”

I stared at Devin as if he’d lost his mind. “How can you be so casual and nonchalant about breaking the law?” Then I glared at Ashur. “You too, Mr. War Hero and Defender of Those Who Were Wronged.”

“It’s not like I’m running for president. When have I cared about image or what others thought of me?”

Ash was known for speaking his mind, never worrying if someone agreed with him or not. He also had this ability to insult someone to their face without them realizing it.

“Point taken. If you had the stomach to handle the nonstop socializing and ass-kissing, you’d be the one running. I guess you’ll have to leave it to those of us with the stamina.”

“Hey, squirt. Did you just insult me?” Ash pinched my shoulder.

“You should know. You’re the master of the subtle insult,” Devin interjected, resulting in me giving him a fist-bump and then laughing.

“Who’s going to run the campaign? You need someone with a straight head on their shoulders and the fortitude to handle the chaos.”

“Ash, are you volunteering for the job? That would require you to move to Seattle.”

“Not happening. I cannot ever have you as a boss. You’d make my life a living hell. Although, the idea of living near you is tolerable.”

I elbowed him. “Good save.”

“There’s only one choice,” Devin said. “Tara Zain. She is brilliant, organized, and takes no one’s bullshit.”

Ashur remained quiet but I saw him stare into the distance.

“You still haven’t forgiven her, have you?”

“I got over it a long time ago.”

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