Page 95 of The Husband Contract
“You’re sure?” He stares at me, observing my face intently. He slides to another photo. “Do you know him?”
“Look, I’m sorry, but I don’t follow Hollywood stars or businessmen. I don’t know who that is.”
“Okay,” he says, a grim expression on his face.
Louisa comes and stands next to us. “Hello, Jack.”
“Louisa,” he says, a bite of irritation in his voice.
“You’re still working here?” Louisa looks me up and down.
“I—I am.”
“You’re Willow, right?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Looking for another rich one?”
“Sorry, what?”
“Nothing.” She looks at Jack. “You should be careful, Jack. You might be next on the list.”
“What are you talking about?” I ask her.
She just smirks. “I don’t know what anyone would ever see in you. You look like your best clothes come from the discount rack at a Kmart from 1999.”
My jaw drops. “Excuse me, what the hell?”
“I’m not wasting my time on this.” She turns around and walks away.
“She’s horrible,” I say to Jack. “Sorry, I’m not trying to be rude.” I’m not sure if he is friends with her.
“Oh, I don’t like her either,” he says, looking back at me. “In fact, I think she has a lot to answer for.”
“Okay.”
He turns back toward me. “I’m sorry that you’re going through this, Willow. I’m sorry that…well, I’m just sorry.”
“I mean, it’s not your fault. You don’t control your psycho friend Sebastian.”
“I don’t,” he replies, frowning. “He’s not a bad guy.”
“You can’t seriously believe that. He basically has me imprisoned. He married me under false pretenses, and now he’s trying to exact revenge on me for dating a guy I didn’t even know was his brother. You’re telling me agoodguy would do that?”
He lets out a sigh, shakes his head, and takes a step back. “No. I don’t think a good guy would do that. You have a good evening, Willow.”
“Thanks, Jack. You too.”
As he walks away, I think about the man in the photo. He looked like Sebastian, but he wasn’t as good-looking. I wonder who he is and why Jack was showing me his photo. I stand there for a few moments, waiting for someone else to check in. Then, Norman comes back.
“Ms. Monty, I need to speak to you.”
“It’sMontgomery,” I say sharply.
He rolls his eyes. “I’ve just received a complaint that you were rude to one of our guests.”
“I’ve only seen a few people, and?—”
