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home.”
    She starts crying and I want to jump through the phone and hug her, that’s how bad this tears me up. “Sam, you’re gonna be all right? I’m gonna take care of it, OK? Just do as I ask and then call me when you get on the plane so I know you’re safe. Understand?”
    “OK,” she squeaks out. “I’m going now. I’ll call you on the plane. And Vaughn? Thank you. Thank you so much for this.”
    “It’s no big deal, sis. It’s what brothers are for.”
    We hang up and I sit back against the couch and let out a long, sad sigh. I just sit there for a few minutes, running all this over in my head, then I press the pre-set for the jet service and arrange the plane. Then I call the airport concierge and tell them to meet Samantha outside departures and escort her to the jet.
    And once all that is done, I speed-dial Conner. He picks up on the first ring.
    “Yo, bro. What’s up?”
    “Samantha is leaving Tray. I just set up the jet so she can leave without telling him.”
    “Fuck, what happened?”
    “She doesn’t love him. She felt pressured to accept his proposal and make it work. She hasn’t slept with him and he’s making her shake just thinking about it.”
    “Fuck.”
    “But that’s not why I called. I need a favor, Conner. And I need it to be done very discreetly. Can you do that?”
    “Please, brother. Discreet is my middle name. Conner Discreet Asher at your service.”
    I tell him what I want and we hang up after he gets the details.
    God, I just hope Felicity doesn’t end up with a guy she can barely stand because she feels pressured to accept a proposal. I should’ve sent her to a public university. Get her away from the arrogant rich kids who flow with the money at USC.
    I ponder all the mistakes I might’ve made with Felicity in the four short years I’ve had to influence her life, and come to the conclusion I’m a failure. No matter what I do, it probably won’t be enough to protect her from getting hurt. Not in love, not in life, not in anything.
    My phone rings and I press Sam’s happy face to answer. “Tell me good news, sis.”
    “I’m on the plane.” She starts to cry and I almost lose it.
    “Do you want me to tell them to forget it?”
    “No! These are happy tears, Vaughn. Just thank you. So much for being the best brother ever. Thank you. I don’t know what I’m going to tell Tray—”
    “I’ll take care of Tray. I’ll see you when you get to LA, now get some rest.”
    I look up Tray in my contacts and press in the numbers. He picks up on the fourth ring. “Yeah,” he says, his voice almost completely drowned out by the club music in the background.
    “Tray, Vaughn Asher here. I’d just like to let you know your marriage to my sister will be annulled. I’ll send you the court date. If you try and contact her, I’ll take legal action. Have a nice night out clubbing.”
    I press end on the phone and wait for the callback. But he doesn’t call back.
    And while that’s good in the short term—I won’t have to deal with him, he seems to have gotten the message—that’s not good for the long term.
    Because a man who doesn’t fight for his new bride when she gets cold feet and walks out on the honeymoon will probably turn out to be an asshole.

Chapter Four

    #YouAreCaredFor
     
    V AUGHN invades my dreams and they are some of the sexiest dreams I’ve ever had. I dream about his hard chest, the curve of his muscles, the scratchiness of his jaw, the thrust of his cock inside me—making me wet, making me shudder, making me—
    My alarm goes off on my phone and I reach under my pillow to find it. I swipe the screen and it goes silent and then I glance at the time and weather, like I do every day, and get a pleasant surprise.
     
    Good morning, #MrsInvisibleMan.
     
    Wow. I smile. I’m smiling like… huge. It almost feels like we’re friends now. I stare up at the ceiling for a few seconds. Vaughn Asher is texting me good morning. And he’s calling me