Back home, I sat happily with a hot-water bottle against my stomach and marveled at my luck. 'My period couldn't have arrived at a better time. I'm not going to tell Dylan the truth. A man with a guilty conscience is so much easier to manage.'
By now, I'd worked a few things out. Victor's reaction suggested that Grant wasn't guaranteed to inherit after all. The timing of Dylan's return seemed a little too convenient to be a coincidence.
Besides, Grant was too wary of me to be easily manipulated. Dylan, however, had spent the past two days sending me lengthy apologies that sounded terribly sincere.
He insisted he wasn't the sort of man who slept around. He'd only gone along with what happened that night because he'd known it was me, and because he liked me. He just hadn't realized it was
