“You mean anyone we’re introduced to at an event.”

“No, Vanessa, I mean absolutely anyone. Including Con Leahy.”

My heart knocked against my chest. “Why? What purpose could that possibly serve?”

“Because the minute you tell Leahy I’m blackmailing you, I’ll never be seen or heard from again. And no one will ever find my body.”

“You’re not serious.”

“Oh, honey, I don’t joke about my own death. And if you think he wouldn’t do it… well, then I suggest you might not know the man you’re sleeping with all that well.”

I almost screeched, “I’m not sleeping with him!” But suddenly I didn’t want Titan to know a damn thing about my relationship with Con. He’d already assumed what he was going to assume, and my protestations would be met with deaf ears or outright disbelief.

“I really, really don’t like you.”

“Well, then that’s just too damn bad, sugar.”

“Don’t call me sugar. Or honey. Or sweetheart. Or anything else.”

He ignored me and pulled out his phone. “What’s your email address? I’ll send you the list of events I want to attend but haven’t received invites to. I’m assuming you’ve already been invited to most, but if you haven’t, I’m sure you can figure out a way to get invited. Just make certain you RSVP for a plus one. Don’t list me by name on the RSVP unless you absolutely can’t avoid it.”

I studied him, wondering what his master plan was. “Why? Want to approach them on a sneak attack?”

“Something like that. Don’t worry your pretty head about it.”

“You have to know I’d never actually date a man who said things like that to me.”

I wanted to smack the smirk right off his face. “I’m just trying to perfect my condescending Southern masculine attitude.”

“Where the hell did you come from anyway?”

“That discussion is not on the agenda for this evening.”

“I really, really dislike you.”

“You’re becoming repetitive, my dear. And you’re excused. Watch for my email. And please keep me informed as you’ve confirmed our attendance for each event.”

“Yes, sir, Mr. Titan, sir.”

“Now, that I can live with.”

I grabbed my clutch and rose.

“And don’t forget to come up with a story for Mr. Leahy. I’d hate to have to explain what I saw to Archer.”

“Thank you for the reminder. I assure you, it’s unnecessary. And if you out me to Archer, you better believe I’ll be accusing you of blackmail.”

“Yes, my dear, but the difference is I’ll still have a job regardless of any accusations you make.”

I turned toward the door. “Asshole.”

“That’s Mr. Asshole to you, Vanessa.”

I got a text from Con at nine on Monday morning. It was terse. As I read it, my palms began to sweat.

C: This thing still on?

V: Yes.

C: Back door of Voodoo at noon. Park in the alley.

Three hours. I had no idea what I’d find when I got there. If the look on Con’s face Saturday night was anything to go by, he was not impressed that I’d left with Lucas Titan’s hand on my arm. Thank God I’d had my own car. Because how the hell would I have explained getting into a car with Titan?

I should have stipulated to Lucas that we’d be arriving separately at any and all events we attended together.

I’d gotten his email at approximately two o’clock on Sunday morning. It would appear the man didn’t sleep much. I’d expected a huge list of events, and was surprised—and relieved—to see only a few. Two I’d already planned on attending, one I’d been invited to but had declined, and one other I had no idea how I was going to wrangle an invite, especially with a plus one. Titan better plan on paying our way, because that particular one cost thirty grand to attend as a couple.

I’d spent several hours lying in bed thinking about the various ways I could tell him to go to hell. And then several more playing out those scenarios. None of them ended well for me.

So I’d do what Titan asked. For now. Keep your enemies close and all. Once I had enough dirt on him, I’d use it to negotiate a way out of this mess.

I’d yet to figure out how to explain to my father why I was about to be seen all over town with Lucas Titan. Even if my father weren’t at the events, he wouldn’t be able to miss the pictures that were sure to show up in the society pages. Which meant that Con might see them too. I needed to come up with a believable story. Four coincidental meetings wouldn’t fly. For the moment, my only plan was to hope that Con didn’t read the society pages, and maybe I could put it off. The first event wasn’t until Thursday evening, which meant I had less than four full days to come up with something else.

It was a bad plan, but it was the only one I had for the moment.

I was also a little concerned about how I was going to manage to do my job, secretly date Con, not-so-secretly ‘date’ Titan, and sleep. It appeared that sleep was certainly going to be the losing factor in this one. Which just made me more pissed at Titan. That man better get ready to use his checkbook, because several of the events he wanted to attend included silent auctions. You’d better believe that I was going to make sure those charities got their dollars for my pound of flesh.

This morning I’d gone out on a limb and contacted the demolition contractor. I’d told him that the misunderstanding about the deed had been cleared up, the demolition could go on as planned, and he’d have access to the buildings whenever he needed it. I still needed to discuss that part with Con. I’d made a similar ‘oops we got confused about the deed thing, so no worries’ call to the architect. I really, really hoped those calls weren’t premature. But regardless, I couldn’t put them off.

A sharp rap on the door pulled me out of my thoughts. Archer stood on the threshold.

I rose, pushing aside my to do list for the day.

“Archer, it’s a pleasure to see you. What can I do for you?”

Archer was seventy-four years old, and he looked every day of it. His twenty-year-old suit hung from a frame so painfully frail it looked as though he might break if you touched him. He’d been that way as long as I could remember, and my mother had had the same Bennett build. It was one more reason why she’d despaired of my weight as a kid. She’d never understood how I’d managed to draw the Frost card out of that portion of the genetic lottery.