Protecting His Brother's Bride. Jan Schliesman

heard that word in forever. Stellar Studio was the place where she and Josh had met. The place he’d considered his second home. Had Dalton used the word as a test?

      He glanced her way. “Yesterday’s crossword puzzle. The clue was: exceptionally good. The answer, of course, is stellar.”

      “Right.” Her mind latched on to the coincidence, but the turmoil in her belly insisted it was more. Then again, a scoop of granola for breakfast hadn’t fueled her all day.

      “We need gas and food.” The way he switched topics confirmed she’d read too much into the word. “There’s a convenience store down the road. We’ll both think more clearly after a snack.”

      “Right.” She shifted in her seat.

      “Proof of your marriage would help, but I think it’s more important to tell me who’s trying to kill you and how that involves my family.”

      “I can tell you what I know. I need a few minutes to process everything that’s happened.” Kira leaned against the headrest and inhaled the scent of leather.

      “Fair enough. You’ve got about fifteen minutes to process.” Dalton tapped a knob on the dash and music flooded the car. He adjusted the volume. “And bashing my brother’s memory isn’t an option. I want to hear about your proof.”

      “After we get some food. I’m starving.” That was the truth. Forming a sentence without saying anything negative about Josh would test her lying skills. Especially when she was beginning to suspect his connection to Griffin wasn’t as innocent as she’d initially presumed. Not that it mattered, now that he was dead. He wouldn’t be clearing anyone’s name. She shifted the flash drive to a more comfortable position. She had some of the answers, just not all the right questions.

      Brother or not, she wouldn’t stop until she’d proved Josh’s deliberate deception and confirmed that Geoff Griffin was behind framing her.