Page 57 of Dating the Rebel
She shook her head again. “He didn’t lose. He just didn’t want to take any more of Teo’s money.”
“Oh...” Blair’s shoulders slumped.
“What?”
“I was thinking that he was falling for you,” Blair said and smiled wistfully. “I was hoping he was...”
“Why?”
“I always wanted you to be my sister.”
“That’s why I didn’t want to talk to you about this,” Miranda said. “Because nothing’s changed. I still don’t ever want to get married. I don’t want to be in love, even.”
But she had the sick feeling that it might have been too late for that...that she’d fallen for the worst man for her. For one she couldn’t trust...
“If you don’t want to be with him, why won’t you let him join Liaisons?” Blair asked.
And Miranda groaned. “Et tu, Brute?”
Blair chuckled. “This might be the one thing your sisters and I agree on—Grant would be a draw for your business.”
Miranda shook her head. “I don’t care about his money. I don’t want clients who care, either.”
“You want it to be about fun,” Blair said. “And Grant is fun.”
Miranda couldn’t argue about that; she’d had a lot of fun with him. But she couldn’t share that with her clients. She couldn’t share Grant with anyone.
She wouldn’t take his calls or return his messages. So Miranda had left him no choice—had given him no chance to apologize.
But when he showed up at her office, she was already gone.
“With your sister,” Tabitha told him, and there was that trace of resentment in her voice. She and the dark-haired one who stood in the doorway to her office were really jealous of Blair.
His sister did have it all though—guts, brains, beauty...and now a billionaire. She also had the biggest, most loyal heart.
That was why he’d thought she might have been persuaded to give up Teo to save Liaisons International. But he’d been a fool to even consider it.
Blair loved Teo, and he loved her. Even if she had broken up with him, he wouldn’t have started dating anyone else. Grant didn’t want to date anyone else, and he and Miranda hadn’t really even been dating.
“You’re wasting your time,” the dark-haired one told him. If he remembered what Blair had said, her name was Regina. “She’s not going to change her mind.”
“Ditto,” he said. “You guys are wasting your time, too, trying to get her to talk Blair into giving up the billionaire.”
“We know,” Regina said.
“She loves your sister more than she does us,” the red-haired one resentfully remarked. Her name was Tabitha.
“Not more,” he said. Blair had also explained to him how Miranda had always had to take care of her sisters because her mom was such a flake. “Just differently. She loves my sister like she’s her sister—”
“But we’re her sisters,” Tabitha lamented.
As if she hadn’t interrupted, he continued, “And she loves you two like you’re her daughters.”
Regina’s mouth fell open, and her brow furrowed.
Tabitha laughed but then nodded. “She does act like a mother.”
“Not our mother,” Regina said. “Since our mother never acted like one...”
