The Billionaire's Forgotten Fiancée

“ASAP.”

“I can have it overnighted to you, no problem. But…why do you want it so urgently? I thought you and Ginger were through.”

Shane scowled. How did Mark know about that? “It was a misunderstanding. On her part.”

“Hmm. Okay.” There was an undertone of skepticism.

“What?”

“Nothing. I just guess this means you’re coming home soon to see her.”

“You didn’t know?”

“Know what?”

“She’s here. Dane sent her to be with me.”

Mark made a choking sound. “Dane? Are you sure?”

“That’s what she told me.”

“Ah, jeez.”

“What?”

“Nothing. I’ll have it overnighted to you. Just… Never mind.”

Shane frowned. Why was Mark reacting like that? “Is there something you want to tell me?”

“No. It’s nothing.”

Except Mark’s tone said it was anything but that.

Chapter Five

Hilary winced as Vanessa banged on the door to Dane’s penthouse. She’d texted Vanessa’s husband Justin for reinforcements, but his jet had just hit LAX. Normally she would have had complete trust in Vanessa’s ability to handle anything, but this was Dane. He never pulled any punches, and she didn’t want a bloodbath while Vanessa was pregnant.

“Dane, I know you’re in there!” Vanessa bellowed.

Hilary stared at her future sister-in-law in awe. Who knew a woman that small could be so loud?

The door finally opened. “As a lawyer, you’re aware of the laws regarding public disturbances?” Dane said. He was in nothing but a towel, which was currently wrapped around his hips. Hilary resisted the urge to squirm and looked at a spot behind him.

“Honey, who’s that?” came a woman’s voice from somewhere in the penthouse.

“Honey?” Vanessa said, blinking.

Dane shrugged. “She doesn’t know my name.” He turned to the living room, where a big-breasted blonde with puffy lips and a flushed face had appeared. She was wearing what could barely be considered a dress and had her head tilted to one side as she put an earring in.

“Hi! Are these the ones for that foursome you were talking about?”

Hilary and Vanessa exchanged a glance. Foursome?

“They’re really nice,” the blonde continued, “…although that one’s sort of fat.”

Hilary felt her jaw drop all the way to her chest. Would it be rude to punch her future brother-in-law’s bedmate?

Vanessa didn’t hesitate. “Don’t be disgusting. And get out, you skank. This is family business. For your information, her breasts are real, unlike your cheap plastic tits.”