Jane Millionaire

“Yep.”

“Are you going to look her up after we land?”

Rob’s forehead pulled into a tight vee above the bridge of his nose. “Why would I do that?”

“Because you should have taken her in your arms and told her to choose you rather than one of the bachelors. If you had, you’d have just spent a week in paradise with her rather than filming Kensington and Isabella.”

“You aren’t serious?” Rob gawked at his friend. “I stayed away from Jill so she could choose one of the bachelors. I worked hard to insure the show would be a success.”

“America wanted her to fall in love and be swept off her feet.”

“She didn’t want Kensington.”

“No,” JP agreed. “She wanted you.”

Rob swallowed.

“And you were a fool to let her go. You should have been the one down on your knees, not Kensington. A smart man would have proposed to a woman like Jane right then and there.”

Rob snorted. “This coming from a man who’s had six wives.”

“Soon to be seven.” JP grinned. “Just as soon as I meet her.”

Rob rolled his eyes. “I’ve learned my lesson on that score.”

“No, you didn’t.”

Rob’s brow lifted as he met JP’s intense gaze.

“Mandy burned you, and you shut down. You’ve not let another woman close since as far as I know. Not until Jane.”

“I didn’t—” Rob glanced at his laptop screen, but saw nothing but blurred lines.

“Don’t try to lie to me. I know everything. Even if the cameras hadn’t caught her conversation with her sister in the hallway, I already had a pretty clear picture of what was going on between the two of you. You think I don’t know you went to her room the night before her decision?”

“That was just sex.”

“Sure it was.” JP laughed.

Rob scowled.

“It was. She means nothing to me.” Not meeting JP’s gaze, he saved his work and slammed down his computer top.

“That’s why you’ve been in a piss poor mood from the moment I told you she’d taken your advice and left.”

With stilted movements he pulled out his attaché case and slid the laptop inside. “There was no reason for her to stay since she didn’t choose one of the bachelors.”

This time JP rolled his eyes. “Not if you don’t include the fact that she loves you. Although why, I’ve yet to figure out.”

“She only pretended to care about me,” Rob insisted. Her words in the stairwell had haunted him day and night. Only the knowledge that she’d faked everything from the moment they met had kept him sane.

“Really? Why would she do that?” JP asked the question Rob had asked himself a thousand times.

Rob pushed the case under the seat in front of him and straightened. “So I would help her career.”

JP appeared to consider his answer. “Possibly, but I doubt it. You know she gave the money to the Police fund for wives and children of officers killed in the line of duty.”

“I heard that. Great publicity stunt.” He settled back into his first class seat, hoping JP would take the hint and drop the subject. He did not want to talk about Jill. Nor did he want to think about her, but his mind had yet to take note. How long would it take before she quit monopolizing his thoughts?