His tie was loose.
The face was pale.
And for the first time in six years, he looked scared.
« I need you to pretend to be my fiancée. »
I blinked.
« What? »
“Just for tonight.”
I really laughed.
Not because it was funny.
Because I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
« You threatened to fire me just so I would come here and pretend to be your fiancée? »
His face tensed.
« I shouldn’t have said that. »
« No, you shouldn’t have. »
I reached the door.
« Emma, please. »
There was something in his voice that made me stop.
He looked at the two strangers.
« This is Margaret Collins, my mother’s lawyer. And this is Reverend Keller, an old family friend. »
The older woman gave me an embarrassed nod.
