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glass. His eyes remained locked on Zette, studying
her.
    “That’s just
the thing, no. The old boy made sure the damn thing was watertight.
There’s nothing for it mate, you’re going to have to bite the
bullet and get married,” the lawyer said, his frustration evident
in his tone.
    JJ smiled, the
smallest quirk of his lips. He’d expected this, knew Charles Jensen
Sr. wasn’t going to let little things like his own death stop him
from having a say in his grandson’s life. JJ’s life.
    “I suspected as
much but thanks for checking it out.”
    “No worries
mate, you know I’ve always got your back…” There was a pause on the
line, nearly enough to make JJ think he’d lost the signal, then
Logan spoke again. “You do realise you’ve only got like…twelve
weeks to find a woman dumb enough to marry you, don’t you?”
    JJ laughed, the
rich deep sound rolling around the small alcove in the restaurant,
making nearby diners and Zette look his way with interest.
    “Dumb? Thanks
mate, love you too,” he threw back, his amusement broadening his
grin, a rarely seen expression. He looked at Zette and a fresh
surge of anticipation rolled through him. “Seriously, don’t worry.
I’ve got it covered.”
    His amusement
seemed infectious, JJ could practically hear the smile on Logan’s
lips. “Now why doesn’t that surprise me?”
    JJ smirked,
holding Zette’s gaze as he lifted his glass to his lips and took a
swallow. God he wanted her, that glorious hair spread over his
pillow as she lay naked under him, those curves open to his
exploration. She flushed at his look, as though she could read the
erotic thoughts playing through his mind, and turned away to answer
the waiter at her elbow, ordering coffee.
    There was a
telling silence on the other end of the phone. JJ knew without
asking that Logan was listening to the sounds of the restaurant,
the distinctive tones of Zette’s voice, and adding it all up.
    “Tell me that
isn’t who I think it is?”
    “Well, that
would depend on who you think it is,” JJ said, careful with his
replies, keeping them generic. He didn’t need Zette working out the
content of this conversation, that would give too much of his plan
away.
    Logan laughed.
“You bloody sly dog! That’s got to be Zette Matthews. I didn’t
realise you two were acquainted. Christ, please tell me you haven’t
set your sights on her for this madcap scheme?”
    “Maybe.”
    “Fucking hell!
I wish I’d known that when you asked me to draw up those damn
papers! There’s going to be hell to pay when you divorce her,”
Logan groaned, using his most ‘put upon’ voice.
    JJ just
shrugged, most of his attention on his lovely companion as the
waiter returned with their coffee. Where had the shy teenager gone?
Because the siren who had replaced her bore no resemblance to the
socially inept and nervous girl he remembered. Perhaps her mother
had stepped in and done something to actually help her daughter
instead of pursuing her own selfish pursuits.
    “So? It’s not
like a little bad publicity ever bothered us before, is it?” He
really didn’t care what the papers said about him. To them he was
the bad boy of business, the Mako of the corporate world. He didn’t
bother to correct their stories. It made his competitors nervous
and he liked them that way. They were more liable to make
mistakes.
    “Crap, crap,
crap…” Logan hissed. “No, but you never screwed around with the
media’s darling before. The woman can do no wrong in their eyes.
Shit…they’re going to crucify us.”
    “So get someone
to dig up some dirt so we have something to fight back with. That
kind of person, there’s bound to be a skeleton in the closet
somewhere, start with the family and work from there,” he
ordered.
    “I don’t
suppose I can quit now and save myself the stress can I?” Logan
asked glumly.
    But JJ knew
him, knew that already his eyes were sparkling with the light of
challenge. He knew his would be, and