"A salad." If she ate a burger, she would split her dress open. But a burger sounded so good. "No dressing."
Belle rolled her eyes. "A salad with grilled chicken and vinaigrette on the side. And a burger, medium with fries, and two Diet Cokes." She hung up. "I will get some of those fries down your throat." She stopped for a moment. "You know I love you, right?"
"I know." She counted on it. Sometimes the only thing in the world she could count on was Belle's friendship. "Please understand that we all have to do what we feel is best."
Her lips turned down in an almost sad expression. "That's true. I just need you to know that I want only the best for you."
Belle's cell trilled.
"You should answer that," Kinley said. Belle called herself "just a secretary," but Kinley knew that she valued her job-and the three lawyers she worked for. She ran their office like clockwork and had for the last year.
"It's Kellan," Belle said apologetically. "I'm sorry. We're working on a big murder case. Do you mind? I'll probably have to run back to my room because my files are there."
"Go." She was glad Belle had a career she loved.
The door closed behind her best friend. Someday one of those three lawyers she worked for was going to wake up and see what a huge catch Belle was. She'd met Kellan, Eric, and Tate. They were gorgeous and smart, and any one of them would be a great husband for Belle.
Or all three.
Kinley let her head fall back. She had to let that notion go, but the idea of those three hot lawyers just played in her head. It wasn't that she thought they were right for her-they had their eyes on Belle-but the idea of being surrounded by strong men just did it for Kinley.
She loved her dad. She really did, but she'd watched her mom have to be the strong one all her life. Certainly, it wasn't wrong to wish for something more …
Was Greg capable of loving and protecting her? She worried about that …
Staring at the woman in the mirror, Kinley acknowledged that she was his entrée into old-money society, a second chance for Greg Jansen. His first wife had been a model. Carrie Anthony had been beautiful and successful. As far as Kinley could tell, she'd become a star. Then mental illness had tragically cut her life short.
Two months after their marriage, she'd killed herself.
But Kinley wasn't that girl. She was strong. She didn't run away from her responsibilities. Once she said "I do," she would be there forever.
Kinley turned back to the mirror and straightened her dress. It was almost time to start the rest of her life. Nothing could save her from it now.
* * * *
Through the hidden cameras they'd planted in the suite the night before, Dominic Anthony stared at the blonde in the wedding dress on the screen. After a few minutes of surveillance, he knew that the gorgeous bride had a pretty heart-shaped face and a juicy hourglass figure. Too bad she was a money-grubbing whore.
"There. I think I fixed the audio. Is the sound in the suite back on?" Riley asked, looking up from his computer, already dressed in the black and white uniform of room service staff.
"I think so." Dom nodded.
"Good. Shitty that it crapped out through that whole conversation with her sister," Riley groused.
Dominic didn't care. He'd doubted they'd missed much. Everything was in place now. Years of planning was finally coming together. So why did he have a deep pit in his stomach, a feeling of gnawing anxiety as he listened.
"Oh, the audio is definitely working again. She's talking about how much she loves the creep." And Dominic couldn't stand it. Somehow hearing her say she loved a hardened criminal made his skin crawl.
He almost wished Riley wasn't so good at his job. To be honest, he'd enjoyed just watching the blonde. She was so freaking beautiful. Her seeming innocence made her look like a girl who would appreciate a man's-or men's-comfort and protection. But the second Riley had restored the sound, the words that had come out of the bride's mouth proved the image was all false.
I don't care about how good he is. He's going to be my husband. Have you seen all the gifts he's already given me?
And to think he'd mooned over her for even a second. He was a stupid ass. He'd seen Kinley Kohl's picture and half fallen in love with her sweet face and banging body on the spot. Blonde curls and caramel brown eyes, and that husky voice that went straight to his cock.
But she couldn't wait to jump into bed with Satan, so she was pretty much on the "no touch" list.