Page 42 of Dating the Rebel
If she’d had good judgment when it came to herself, she wouldn’t have slept with Grant once—let alone all the times she’d had.
“You’re too hard on yourself,” Blair said. “And if things are getting hard with the business, let me know. Teo would love to help out somehow. We really owe you.”
“You gave me a fun night out,” Miranda reminded her. And it had been fun.
“Grant gave your winnings to Teo,” Blair said. “Begrudgingly.”
But she hadn’t won...
“Then he took off somewhere and we haven’t seen him since,” Blair said. “Have you?”
Miranda choked on her own saliva. After she stopped coughing, she asked, “Why would I have seen him?”
“He’s been making those trips to Monaco lately...”
“Must be for a game,” Miranda told her.
He had to be playing games with her. Why would he want to join a dating service when he couldn’t even consistently stay in touch with her?
What the hell was he up to?
“Speak of the devil...”
Despite how exhausted he was, he grinned at his sister’s remark as he walked into the office off their airplane hangar. He’d just landed on his trip back from that dangerous mission. It had been dangerous—more so because he’d been so damn distracted with thoughts of Miranda than because of the mission itself.
“Tell Teo hi,” he said as he dropped into the chair behind his desk.
“It’s not Teo,” Blair said. “It’s Miranda.”
His heart flipped, and excitement coursed through him—more excitement than he’d felt even once during his last mission. He’d thought the danger might get his mind off her, but it had only made him think of her more—at some damn inconvenient times. Like when he’d actually been able to sleep but his body had been too tense and achy over wanting hers.
“He must still be pissed over your beating him at poker,” Blair said and chuckled.
He swallowed a smile over the lie he’d told. But he’d been too grateful to his sister for buying Miranda that leather outfit to keep any more of her boyfriend’s money. Not that Teo would have even missed it.
“Yes, sure, I’ll let you go,” Blair said into the phone. “I know you’re busy. And please, let me know if there’s anything I can do to help you.”
Fear clenched his gut over that. “What’s up?” he asked. “What does she need help with?” Was she okay? Had something happened to her?
“Her business,” Blair said, her forehead creasing with concern. “It’s down—” she sighed “—a lot thanks to that interview Teo gave.”
“Wouldn’t that help her out?”
“That’s what he thought,” Blair said. “But women are angry they didn’t get set up with him, and they’re leaving.”
A twinge struck his heart. He should have been happy that he’d been right about her friend, that he’d had reason to worry. But he just felt sick. “She told you that?”
“Of course not,” Blair said with a chuckle. “Tabitha told me.”
“But now you know...” Grant murmured.
And Miranda knew she knew. Would she ask Blair to give up Teo?
“Yes.”
“You offered to help her,” he said. “How?”
Blair narrowed her eyes and studied him. “Finding another good-looking rich guy for her might bring those female members back.”
