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I suck in a breath. “Collins, you are brilliant.”

“Wait, does that mean you’ll do it?”

For my friend Syn?

“Tell me when and where and I’ll be there.”

I don’t need my grandfather’s money or my family’s name. However, I will have to convince my team I’ll be safe. Or as safe as I can be with Maddox on my arm.

Except there’s a major problem.

Maddox isn’t a fan of parties.

He’ll sleep with celebrities and conduct business with men who have less-than-stellar reputations, but I doubt he wants to play the role of Mr. Blaise Stassi.

What can I do to convince him?

“Gotcha. Talk to you later, Blaise. Enjoy your wedding night.”

There’s a teasing lilt in Collins’ voice. I smile, this time saddened. I’m not a believer in forever-after or love. I’ve resigned myself to a lonely existence, hiding away from the world and surrounding myself with men who can protect me.

However, I do believe in finding some semblance of peace. My sight wanders to the view of the indoor pool beyond the kitchen. Water is my peace.

“Good night, Collins. Thank you for being my friend.”

“Always, Blaise.”