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ridiculous concept, she had a point. If they pretended to have a relationship, his parents would back off their continual persistent attempts to find him a new wife.
    It was just surprising that this had come from Brenna, of all people. Annoying, careless, rebel without a cause Brenna. The perpetual thorn in his side. The worst employee ever. The most infuriating and useless woman he’d ever known.
    The only one who had come to his defense this afternoon.
    He should point out to his parents that it was just a joke. That he wasn’t dating Brenna at all and that she would be the last person he’d date, with her purple hair and loud ways and her complete lack of respect for him. He’d just bring it up casually before dinner and send Brenna on her way. She wouldn’t be hurt in the slightest. She had an iron hide when it came to him. They bickered at each other all day long at work.
    Grant adjusted the collar of his shirt, frowning. He’d changed into a jacketed suit that wasn’t too formal, but his parents didn’t care for casual dining. He hoped Brenna realized that. With a grimace, he realized he probably should have given her more instructions on what to wear.
    Hell, and now
he
was thinking like he was going to take part in this charade, too. He needed to make up his mind, and soon.
    The front door to the lodge opened, and Grant turned around. His tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth as Brenna entered, a soft smile on her mouth. She lifted her arms and twirled a little. “Will this do? I had to borrow it from Miranda.”
    Brenna’s dark, wavy hair had been parted down the middle, the thick brown locks brushing against her shoulders. Her heavy fringe of purple bangs had been carefully arranged and curled, and they hung in a perfect line at her eyebrows. Her hair didn’t look careless and untamed today—it looked beautiful, thick, and healthy, and just a bit quirky. The dress she wore was a dark blue sheath with thin spaghetti straps and a bit of lace under the bust. It was pretty and demure and wasn’t something Brenna would normally wear, but now that she was in it, he couldn’t take his eyes off her. Her figure was usually hidden in the bizarre clothing choices she normally wore, but tonight she was an hourglass. When she turned, he could see two small bluebirds tattooed over each shoulder blade. His parents wouldn’t approve of that.
    He didn’t care. She looked gorgeous. And that stunned him.
    Her smile widened as he said nothing. Her hands went to her hips, the small clutch purse in her hand a bright spotted-leopard print. “That good, huh? I thought so, too.”
    Grant rubbed his chin. “You look nice.”
    “I know! My tits look amazing in this.” She cupped her breasts and jiggled them at him, grinning.
    His astonished gaze went to that cleavage and he couldn’t help but stare for a moment. When had Brenna, the pain in his ass, gotten so built?
Stacked like a brick shithouse
, as Dane would say.
    “Are your parents going to flip out?”
    He was still staring at her breasts. “Huh? What?”
    “Your parents? Are they going to be upset that we’re ‘dating’?” She released her boobs and made air quotes as she said “dating.” “And better yet, do you care?”
    “You were right—it is a good idea, if an unorthodox and deceitful one.”
    “Such flattery,” she said with a grin, not offended at his words at all. “So, if we’re going to do this, and I think you just said we are, I need you to do one more thing for me. Well, two more things.”
    “What’s that?”
    “One,” she said, and moved past him to his desk.
    He couldn’t help but watch her, admiring the lines of her legs. She wore high heels, too, and she looked amazing in them. He’d never seen Brenna dolled up, and he felt as if he’d been suddenly missing out. She was gorgeous. He couldn’t stop staring at her.
    Brenna picked up the picture on his desk and held it out to him. “You can’t have this sitting out on your