Page 40 of No One Was Supposed to Die at This Wedding

Whoever wrote them went to a lot of trouble not to get caught.

“Did you confront him?”

“How could I? He’s the producer.”

“What about the studio?”

“He’sthe studio...You know he has his own...You’d call it an imprint.”

“He must have a boss.”

“Not really.”

“So you did nothing?”

She stands and goes to the window. “I didn’t think he was going to do anything, just make my life uncomfortable for a while. It wouldn’t be the first time. It’s Hollywood, for fuck’s sake.”

“I’m sorry, Em.”

“It’s fine. Every job has downsides. Yours, too, right?”

My mind goes to the obvious place. “Downside, your name is Connor Smith.”

“All those years that he was needling you...how didyouhandle it?”

“Denial, mostly.”

She laughs. “The shoot’s over and we just have to get through the wedding and then that’s it.”

“Get through it?”

“You know what I mean.”

I walk to her. The view is truly stunning, with the white-sand bay below us and the dark blue water dotted with sailboats and yachts. “What if we postponed the wedding?”

“No, I don’t want that.”

“I know, Em, but what if someoneistrying to kill you?”

“No. Like you said, the threats aren’t even specific. It’s just someone fucking with us.”

“Okay, but what about this financial thing between Fred and Tyler...You don’t want to put your own money at risk.”

“Don’t worry. We signed a prenup.”

“You did?”

“Yes, dearest, we did.” She lays her hands on my shoulders. “I keep what’s mine and he keeps what’s his. We signed the papers at the lawyer’s office last week when we updated our wills. It was his idea, even.”

I stare at her, impressed with her forethought, which is so different from how I go through life. She’s dyed her hair the same color as mine for the shoot, and wedolook very much alike.

Which is kind of creepy.

How do identical twins deal with this?

“Don’t be so surprised,” Emma says. “You might not read contracts before you sign them, but I always have.”

“Yes, yes.”

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