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I scan the lawsuit. “He’s alleging that by calling him a fraud in public and burning all the goods he bought you, you have created an atmosphere of hate and ruination of his reputation.”

“I didn’t even call him a fraud! I said I wanted him to add a penalty clause to the prenup.” She’s on her feet now, the gauzy wrap lying on the lounge behind her. She snatches back the paperwork.

“Look at this, too.” She flips to the last few pages. Attached to the petition are copies of receipts for bags, jewelry, clothes. “These aren’t mine. I never had a Chanel suit or a Dior necklace worth $35,000.” She almost chokes as she recites the price. “These are lies. He’s made it up! I don’t even have the fakes he gave me because I burned them and left the ring on the floor. God, I’m screwed.”

The purchases look legit, but Luna never received them, which means the asshole Montclair bought these luxury items for someone else and gave Luna fakes. But he was willing to marry her, which means whomever he was giving these goods to was so disreputable he couldn’t bring the girl to his mother. But she was experienced enough to be able to tell a fake from something genuine. The four bodyguards can chase this mystery down. My role here is to make Luna happy. I tear the lawsuit in half.

She gasps. “What are you doing?”

“This is making you unhappy, and that’s not allowed here.”

“Tearing it up won’t make it go away.” She advises me. “God, I need to get out of here and figure out what to do.”

“It doesn’t matter what the outcome of the lawsuit is. If you lose, I’ll pay the judgment.”

“It’s ten million dollars.”

I let the papers drop on the lounge and tuck her under my arm, walking her toward the house. “Not to brag, Luna, but that’s not even going to make my accountant flinch.”

“I can’t let you do this.”

“I want to, though. I can’t stand Montclair, and the thought of you being miserable over him makes me want to drown him in my pool.”

“Giving him ten million dollars isn’t going to make him feel bad.”

“True, which is why I’m going to send my FBI squad after him. He’s got some secrets, and we just need to find out what they are and then we’ll drown him in the pool of his bad choices.”

Her lower lip trembles a bit when she says, “Promise?”

I dip my head to hers and reply, “Promise,” before kissing the hell out of her.

ChapterTen

LUNA

Graham’s head dips, his mouth capturing mine, surprising me for half a second. Yet I don’t hesitate to kiss him right back. It’s as though my body knows what it wants and is on autopilot. I’ve been thinking about what it would be like to kiss him for days.

His arm wraps around me, pulling me snugly into him as he deepens the kiss. Graham's tongue explores my mouth. A small moan leaves me at the feel of it stroking mine, and the sweet, minty taste mixed with something else I can’t place hits me. Whatever it is, I know it is all Graham, and I want more of it.

“Wow,” I gasp against his mouth. “That?—”

Graham silences my words, his mouth taking mine once again. This time with more force and a wilder greediness to it. When we finally break apart, a giggle bubbles free from me. I lick my lips, still feeling his presence there.

“Not sure if it’s good or bad that you’re laughing when I just had the best kiss of my life.”

Best kiss of his life? I doubt that. Not with my lack of a kissing history. “It was a good laugh,” I admit. It’s the first time that a man has made me feel this way in my entire life. Which I know is crazy because it was just one kiss.

It was a giddy laugh, really. A reaction to how eager he’d been to get that second one. You’d think he was worried he’d never get another kiss with me, and he wanted to make sure that it counted.

“I’ll take it as long as you’re smiling.” He cups my cheek, his thumb stroking along my jaw in a soothing manner. That’s what Graham is always trying to do: fix things and be there for me. The same as the kiss, he is always eager to make my life better.

It’s scary, and I’m doing my best not to let myself get sucked into it. People can have a white knight complex. They feel this need to help until reality really sinks in. I’ve been through that a few times with new foster parents when they took on too much.

“To be honest, I don’t think I have smiled this much in a long time.” I tell him the truth. Which is insane because I just found out my fiancé is a giant fraud and likely a cheater. Now he’s suing me for ten million. I should be a mess, but Graham is keeping me together.

“Then we should keep it that way.” His fingers tangle with mine as he leads me back into the house. This place is a dream. Being here has been better than any vacation I have ever been on. It’s going to suck going back to my tiny apartment and thin mattress.

“Graham.” Wadsworth pops up the second we enter through the back patio. I swear the man is everywhere. It really is a superpower of his. Wadsworth gives me a smile. “Your packages arrived, and Mr. Wolfson and a lady are at the gate, but your security won’t let them through.”

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