Millionaire's Wedding Revenge / Stranded with the Tempting Stranger: Millionaire's Wedding Revenge
body still raged for her, and it was only with effort he got it under control.
Her brows drew together. “Of course not. You’re a playboy of mythical proportions.”
He refrained from gibing about what proportions she was talking about. Instead, he said, “I won’t cheat because my father was a cheater.”
That got her attention.
“What?” She stopped, and her brow puckered again. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, my father had an extramarital affair, and we only found out about his twenty-seven-year-old love child at the reading of his will recently. Suffice it to say, the news wreaked havoc on the family, particularly my mother.”
He filled her in on his family’s discovery of the existence of Cassie Sinclair Garrison and her claim on the Garrison fortune.
“You do have problems, don’t you?” she said. “The Jefferieses on one hand, and now your father’s illegitimate child.”
“Don’t forget my illegitimate child, but I’m about to fix that situation.”
Megan folded her arms. “So I’m supposed to conclude from the Cassie story that you’ve reformed?”
Her coolness and continued skepticism ate at him. He picked up his jacket from where he’d thrown it on the back of a chair at the beginning of the evening. “You’re supposed to conclude we’ll have a real marriage.”
He gave her a lingering look—sparks shooting back and forth between them—before he let himself out of the house.
The wedding ceremony was held on a private slice of beach behind the Garrison Grand, where Parker and Anna’s wedding had taken place the month before.
A floor had been laid over the sand, and folding chairs had been set up on either side of a makeshift aisle. Off to the side, adjacent to the hotel, was a canopied area that would serve as the location for an indoor-outdoor reception.
Because of the short notice, and the small number of guests, the local media had not caught wind of the pending nuptials.
Now, as Megan stood behind Jade and next to her father in the shade of the hotel’s lobby, waiting for the string quartet to strike up Pachelbel’s Canon, she was profoundly grateful for the relative privacy.
She was nervous enough as it was.
This week, she’d had to break the news to both her family and her employer that she was about to have a hasty wedding to Stephen Garrison.
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