A wave of anxiety washed over Isabella Austin. “Can you just say what you mean?”
Benjamin Gomez slid his arm around her waist, watching her parents disappear from the ballroom. His voice was quiet but steady. “Emily Blair knows about us. She knows I help you out. With everything that’s gone down between you two, there’s no way she’d act this nice to me unless there was a reason.”
There was a thought taking shape in Isabella’s mind, but she couldn’t bring herself to say it out loud.
Benjamin kept going. “Back at the resort, I thought it was weird. She kept coming over to talk, acting all friendly. She was never like that before you left for abroad. Now she’s trying way too hard to get close.”
Isabella’s nerves were stretched tight. “Maybe she thinks I’m out of the picture. Maybe she thinks you’ve moved on, so she’s trying to get in your good graces. You are a successful businessman. It would make sense.”
Benjamin had considered that, but there was another possibility he couldn’t ignore, one that felt much more dangerous.
“She was acting strange at the resort,” he said. “Remember when we played darts? She was on the other side of the room but kept insisting on joining us. That’s when your hand got cut.”
He reached for Isabella’s hand, gently opening her palm to show her the scabbed-over wound.
“She’s not careless like that. Most people are careful around strangers. So why did she ‘accidentally’ cut you with the dart?”


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