Page 48 of Dating the Billionaire

“Really, she is. She and her sisters took over her mother’s matchmaking business,” she explained.

He shook his head. “I don’t believe it. Even as a kid, she had no use for marriage. There’s no way she’s promoting it.”

“She’s not promoting marriage,” Blair agreed.

“So what kind of matchmaking business is she running?” He groaned. “It’s not a legit business, is it? It’s some sex thing. That woman was always trouble and she always got you into it with her. This is all her fault.”

“No, it’s not,” she said. “It’s mine.” And she needed to figure out a way to fix it instead of crying on her brother’s shoulder about it. She grabbed the beard that Grant had dropped onto her desk. Maybe she needed to dress up one more time.

But Grant was shaking his head. “This is a bad idea,” he said.

“It was your idea,” she reminded him.

“I didn’t know Miranda Fox was involved in this mess. You need to stay the hell away from Rinaldi now,” he said. “Or you’re just going to make it worse. And you need to stay away from Miranda Fox, too.”

She smiled at the repeat of a very old argument between them. Just as she never had when they were kids, she wasn’t going to listen to him now about Miranda. She was a friend—a better friend to Blair than Blair had been to her. She’d risked her friend’s business with her damn game just like she’d risked her own.

If Teo would actually sue anyone...

She wasn’t sure how he would react when he realized how much she’d kept from him. But she was about to find out. And, unlike last time, she was not going to chicken out. He deserved the truth—no matter how much it was going to hurt and whom it was going to hurt.

Teo had had enough of a runaround. He’d had to put up with it from Savannah and from the dating service. But he didn’t have to put up with it from the private plane company as well. They were damn well going to return his calls and unlike Savannah, they were going to answer all of his damn questions.

They had several offices, or hangars, all over the world, but the main one seemed to operate out of London. So he’d caught a commercial flight there—something he would never endure again, even in first class. It had been intolerable. Having anyone but Bill as his pilot had become intolerable, and he had no idea why.

Just in the way he’d begun to feel as though he saw Savannah everyone, he felt like he saw Bill. Because when he stepped into the office, he saw a man who looked a lot like the pilot—just with a much bigger, broader build. His beard was also shorter, clipped neatly against his square jaw.

“Who are you?” he asked.

The guy glanced up from the desk he was sitting at. “Who the hell are you?”

The deep voice was familiar, not like Bill’s at all, but like the voice Teo had talked to several times on the phone when he’d chartered flights. So he easily identified the man. “Grant Snyder.”

Grant snorted. “That’s my name. What’s yours?”

From the way the guy’s big body tensed, Teo suspected he already knew. “Matteo Rinaldi.”

Grant nodded, grimly, in acknowledgment. He had definitely recognized his voice as well. “Why are you here?” he asked, his voice even deeper with something that sounded like dread.

“You haven’t returned my calls.”

Grant shrugged. “No reason to. You want something I can’t give you.”

“Bill no longer works for you?”

“Bill never really worked here,” Grant replied dismissively.

Of Teo? Or of Bill?

“What are you saying?” he asked. “Bill was the best pilot I’ve ever had, and I’ve flown a hell of a lot.”

Grant sighed. “That’s not what I’m talking about.”

“All I need is to find out where the guy’s working now,” Teo said. Then he would hire him away to fly his private plane.

But Grant Snyder shook his head. “I can’t.”

“You will,” Teo insisted. He was damn well going to get what he wanted this time. He wasn’t going to be denied what he needed to know—like he was denied every damn time he called Liaisons International and asked for more information about Savannah. He pulled his wallet from the inside pocket of his jacket. “How much?”