Page 52 of Dating the Billionaire

Her...

No. Bill. He hadn’t wanted a female pilot. She had to remind herself of the reason she’d donned that disguise in the first place. The discrimination she’d felt—again—and from the man she’d just slept with...

That was why she’d gone a little crazy and, as Grant had accused, had probably overreacted. She’d been so unsettled from spending that evening with Teo, from connecting with him so easily and on so many levels. And then he’d turned out to be like every other man she’d dated.

“I think it’s past time that Teo learn the truth, though,” Miranda prodded her.

She sighed in resignation. “It is.”

“Good luck,” Miranda told her before disconnecting the call.

She was going to need it. He’d probably left the office already, so she would return to it first—to check in with Grant and find out what Teo knew. Then she would track him down, and this time, she wouldn’t chicken out of telling him the truth.

Within minutes she pulled into a parking spot in the lot next to Grant’s truck. Since it was after office hours already, he must have stuck around in case she came back. She owed him a big thank-you for warning her earlier. But he offered no such warning now as she walked back into the office and found he wasn’t alone.

Teo had stayed, and he sat at the break table with Grant, cards in hand. Grant sat across from him, studying his own cards. A bottle of whiskey and two nearly empty glasses sat on the table as well as some wadded-up cash.

She wasn’t the only one who needed luck. If Teo was playing for money with her brother, he needed it even more than she did. Her brother, a professional gambler, was a renowned card sharp and maybe an even more renowned drinker. He could hold his alcohol even better than she could.

Since Teo was still there, Grant must have been yelling at her earlier to leave. Or the two men might have settled their differences another way—since both their clothes and hair was rumpled, as if they’d been in a struggle.

Fighting was another thing nobody should do with Grant. Worried that Teo might be hurt, a gasp of concern slipped out of her lips.

Grant glanced up and noticed her and cursed.

Teo turned around then. His jaw fell open, but no words escaped his mouth. Grant must not have told him about her—because Teo looked absolutely shocked and devastated.

Knowing that it was her fault that he was hurt, she gasped again—as pain stabbed her heart. She regretted almost everything she’d done...except for falling for him.

How the hell much had Teo had to drink? Enough that he was hallucinating? Or was it really Savannah standing in the doorway to the hall, dressed in the Private Flights pilot uniform?

Pilot...

“What the hell?” he murmured.

“I told you to get the hell out of here,” Grant said.

And this time Teo had no doubt that he was talking to the woman who stood in the hallway. He knew now why the man had looked familiar when he’d first seen him. While he looked like Bill, the pilot, he also looked like Savannah. Or whatever her real name was...

“Blair Snyder,” he murmured. She had to be Grant’s sister. Was she also the pilot? “And Bill?” He narrowed his eyes and studied her, but he couldn’t imagine ever mistaking her for a man. Not with that sexy figure...that beautiful face...

But the figure could have been padded. The face covered with that thick reddish beard.

“What the hell sick game have you been playing with me?” he asked. Like Grant had earlier, he surged to his feet with such force that he knocked over his chair. Before he could advance on the woman, a big hand grabbed his shoulder.

“Take it easy,” Grant advised him.

Teo whirled toward the man he’d briefly considered a new friend. But he had suspected Grant of lying to him, of playing him, and had considered swinging at him before Grant had shoved him against the wall and suggested drinking instead. “You’re in on this? What the hell kind of family are you?”

“A close one,” Grant said, his voice gruff with warning. “I will defend and protect my sister no matter what.”

“No matter what,” Teo repeated. “You don’t agree with what she’s done then.”

“Don’t blame it all on her,” Grant said. “Blame Miranda Fox. That woman has always been trouble.”

“This isn’t Miranda’s fault.” Blair jumped in to defend her friend. “And it isn’t Grant’s, either. He didn’t know.”

Teo could only shake his head. “So I wasn’t the only one you were lying to, playing games with? Why? What the hell is wrong with you?”