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both walking into it eyes wide open.”
    “I’m going to cut out all the hemming and hawing and straight-up ask you, is there any way I can talk you out of this?”
    “Please don’t.” Gwen was surprised at the pleading in her own voice. “I don’t want to be stuck in court for the next ten years, fighting over something that’s rightfully mine. This way, it ends quickly and neatly. Once the judge signs the arbitration in my favor, it’s over.”
    “Did he at least apologize for being a manipulative ass?”
    Heat rushed to Gwen’s cheeks, carried on memories of the night before. “Without question.”
    Jaycie’s smile looked as phony as this entire arrangement. “In that case, congratulations. I get to be the maid of honor, don’t I? And you’re not sticking me in a tacky dress?”
    “Always and never. Thank you.” The simple words didn’t seem like enough given what Jaycie was playing along with, but they’d do for now.
    “We’re going out to celebrate, right?” Jaycie asked. “We get to meet the love of your life, make sure he knows I had you first?”
    “You’re going to tell Ethan, aren’t you?” How many people would find out this thing was fake, before someone believed it was real?
    “Yeah. But don’t worry; he’ll be as happy to play along as I am.”
    “You’re not reassuring me.”
    Jaycie’s expression shifted into something more genuine and sympathetic. “We’re both here for you.”
    “You want lunch before things get too busy?” Anxiety still twitched through Gwen, but knowing Jaycie was on board made a huge difference.
    “Duh?”
    Gwen relaxed further. That was back to normal. She placed Jaycie’s order with the kitchen, and then slid into the noon rush. Things were at their thickest, with every table full and a few parties waiting, when Jaycie grabbed her attention.
    “Five minutes, I promise,” Gwen called over her shoulder.
    “I need thirty seconds. You want to see this.”
    Gwen set her current order in front of its waiting patrons and stopped next to Jaycie. She wouldn’t have asked if it wasn’t important. “What’s up?”
    Jaycie held out her phone, search result displayed with Gwen’s website at the top. “Your URL, your metadata?”
    “You know it is.” A sick feeling without a source clawed at Gwen’s gut.
    Jaycie clicked the link. The screen spun as the device changed to the new website, and… Gwen clenched her jaw so hard, her teeth ached. Brad’s site sat on the screen, not hers. “No.”
    “Yes.” Jaycie set the phone down. “He hijacked your search-engine listing.”
    Molten rage filled Gwen’s veins. Fucking asshole. “Maybe it’s a misunderstanding.” She struggled to keep the waver from her voice.
    “We both know a 403 redirect doesn’t happen accidentally.”
    Gwen muttered every foul word she could think of under her breath. “Thanks for showing me.” She couldn’t deal with it now; she had customers to take care of. She focused her remaining energy on not taking this out on them. The minutes ticked by, and then a few hours. Somewhere along the way, Jaycie wished her luck and offered to help break kneecaps if needed, and then took off.
    By the time the diner was almost empty again, Gwen’s scorching fury had shifted to something cold and sat heavy in her limbs. She snagged Brad’s card from where she’d tucked it under the cash register, and dialed the work number.
    “Too Goode to be True. This is Mr. Goode’s office. May I help you?” The woman who answered the phone was cool and polite.
    Gwen wouldn’t take this out on her. No, she wanted to do it in person, and let Brad deal with it himself. She poured sugar into her voice. “Hi. I was wondering if Brad had any openings in his schedule this afternoon. I was hoping to make an appointment.”
    “I’m sorry, miss. His calendar is booked for the rest of the day. He’s free tomorrow at two.”
    “Are you sure? I think he might make five minutes for me.”
    “Oh?”