Chapter 4

"You're--"

"--the one who did the Harrington wedding," I said.

Flat. Smooth. I handed Marion the sentence before she could find her own.

She blinked. "...No. No, that's not--"

But Seb was already moving.

He'd gone a shade too pale for a man this relaxed. Because he knew the word sitting on her tongue. He'd spent eighteen months making sure nobody ever said it out loud.

"Marion." He laughed -- big, warm, the investor laugh. And he whispered to her,"You're thinking of the ex. Everyone does. They could've been sisters." He waved a hand, easy, dismissing eleven years. "No, she…