Fortune's Valentine Bride. Marie Ferrarella

from a negative person herself, there was something exceedingly uplifting about the upbeat tone in her friend’s voice. She caught Katie’s hand in hers for a moment and just held on.

      “God, but it’s going to be good having you around,” she said with feeling.

      “Speaking of which,” Katie said, looking at Blake, “you haven’t told me where I’m going to be staying. I’d like to drop off my things—”

      “At Scott’s,” Blake surmised, mentioning where he was currently staying. At the same time, Wendy was saying something entirely different.

      “Why, here, with me of course.” How could Blake even think she’d have her friend staying anywhere but with her? “Katie’s going to be staying at my house,” she said, reinforcing her initial words. “It’ll make visiting so much easier.”

      He didn’t get it. Sure, she and Katie were friends, but he was family. He and Wendy shared the same blood. This wasn’t making any sense.

      “She stays here but you just threw me out?” he protested.

      “I didn’t ‘throw’ you out,” Wendy tactfully pointed out. “I ‘moved’ you out. There is a difference, and it’s because you were hovering over me all the time. Besides—” she looked at Katie again, so thrilled that she had actually made it out here “—Katie and I have a lot of catching up to do.”

      Blake looked both hurt and insulted before he managed to hide it. “And you and I don’t?” he asked.

      “There’s not all that much catching up to do, Blake,” she said tactfully, and then reminded him, “You’d only been gone from here a little more than a week before you came back, remember?”

      Still, he was family and Katie wasn’t. “Not the point.”

      Wendy sat up a little straighter and caught his hand. “You know I appreciate you coming back out here again to keep me company, Blake, I just don’t need to see you 24/7,” she told him. She tried to sound as kind as she could, then quickly added, “And I won’t be seeing Katie 24/7, either, because you’re going to be working the poor girl to death most of the time.” Switching gears, she looked at her friend and warned, “Don’t let him work you to death, you hear? I don’t care if he thinks he is your boss.”

      “I don’t think I’m her boss,” Blake pointed out. “I am her boss.” What was that old saying? he tried to remember. Something about a prophet never being honored in his own town.

      Caught in the middle, Katie thought it prudent to come to Blake’s defense. “He’s not a slave driver, Wendy. As far as bosses go, Blake’s pretty good.”

      Blake inclined his head. “Thank you.” And then he looked at his sister. “At least someone around here appreciates me.”

      Slanting a glance at Katie, Wendy smiled and shook her head, amused. Obtuse, that was the word for it, all right. “You, big brother, don’t even know the half of it.”

      He had no idea what Wendy was referring to and chalked it up to the fact that pregnancy and the influx of all those extra hormones were making his little sister say some very strange things these days. Even more so than normally.

      Maybe it was time to retreat for a little while. After all, it wasn’t as if he didn’t have things to do that would keep him busy.

      “Yeah, well, I tell you what, I’ll let you two catch up a little, the way you want, and I’ll swing by Scott’s place to check into a couple of things.” He deliberately struck a courtly pose as he asked, “Will it be all right with you, your highness, if I come back here in, say two hours, and collect my marketing assistant?”

      “That’s entirely up to Katie,” Wendy told him, raising her hands as if she had nothing to do with that sort of decision.

      It took Katie a second to realize that the ball was now in her court and Blake was waiting for an answer from her. “Fine,” she told him with feeling, coming to. “Two hours will be fine. Sooner if you’d like,” she added as an afterthought.

      “You heard the lady,” Wendy said, taking charge again. For emphasis, she waved her brother away from the bed and toward the doorway. She was dying for some alone time with her friend. There were things she just had to find out. “Come back in two hours.”

      Blake almost reminded her that Katie had said “or sooner,” then changed his mind. He wasn’t about to argue with Wendy, not about anything if he could help it. Not in her present condition. Heaven only knew what might send her into premature labor again.

      “Two hours it is,” he agreed. And with that, he left the room.

      “Wendy, I—” Katie began, only to be abruptly stopped by the mother-to-be before she had a chance to say anything more.

      Wendy was holding her finger up to halt any further flow of words. At the same time she cocked her head, listening to something other than the sound of Katie’s voice.

      Her eyes shifted back to Katie. “Is he gone yet?” she wanted to know.

      “Blake?”

      Wendy seemed to indicate that she wanted her question answered before another word was said between them. Katie stepped into the hallway to make sure that the man who could raise her body temperature with just a single look in her direction was nowhere in the immediate vicinity.

      “Yes,” she said, reporting back, “he’s gone.” Curious, she crossed back to Wendy’s bed and asked her, “Why?”

      Because she planned to talk about her big brother and she didn’t want him knowing that, Wendy thought. Out loud, though, she merely said, “I just don’t want him eavesdropping on girl talk, that’s all.” She made a request. “You’re going to be doing me a huge favor, making sure Blake keeps busy while he’s here. Otherwise, he’ll find some excuse to be over here night and day, watching me as if he expects me to suddenly explode or something,” she complained. Being pregnant made her feel hugely vulnerable, not to mention grumpy. She just couldn’t wait to be mistress of her own fate again.

      “Sure thing,” Katie readily agreed. That was what she’d initially thought was going to happen, anyway. It was just the car ride from the airport that had thrown a monkey wrench into everything. “I just wish that the campaign he wants me to help him with actually had something to do with work.”

      Wendy looked at her, momentarily speechless. Blake hadn’t—He couldn’t have—Her brother could not have laid out his half-baked plan before Katie. Not seriously.

      Could he have?

      “Don’t tell me that Blake actually asked you to—” Wendy couldn’t bring herself to finish the sentence, but the look on Katie’s face made that unnecessary. Wendy covered her face with her hands. “Oh, God, not even Blake could be that dense.” But even as she said it, she mentally crossed her fingers.

      The smile on Katie’s lips was small and, when Wendy looked closer she saw that it was also rather sad.

      “Oh, I wouldn’t be putting any bets on that if I were you,” Katie advised. “At least, not unless you’re bent on losing.”

      Wendy just couldn’t believe it. It was one thing to talk about the idea to her, but she would have thought that someone as savvy as Blake would have come to his senses shortly after he had hatched this stupid, half-baked plan of his.

      Closing her eyes for a moment as she searched for strength, Wendy sighed. “Oh, God, Katie, he actually asked you to help him win over that dreadful woman?”

      “Well, I don’t know about dreadful,” she allowed loyally, although for the life of her, she was beginning to wonder how she could harbor these feelings for a man who seemed to so easily disregard the fact that she had any feelings at all. “But he did say he wanted me to help him with his ‘campaign’ to win back Brittany Everett.”

      Wendy