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pulled back the hand he had started to offer to Bev and Hans. “Rachel has told me so much about you,” he said, an ominous note in his voice.
    “Yeah, whatever,” Bev replied, sounding like the valley girl she was. She dismissed him with a sniff and turned back to Rachel. “I saw the reports, and with that lawsuit, you’re going to fall short of Daddy’s profit thing.”
    Rachel stood. She would need to tower over Bev for this conversation. Even with her expensive shoes, Rachel was still inches taller than her half-sister. “I still have three months.”
    “A lot can happen in three months,” Sly added.
    With an irritated click of her tongue, Bev whipped to Sly. “Who the hell are you?”
    “Sly O’Donnell, head of Culpepper Holdings.” He grinned like he’d just told her he was the king of the world and she’d parked in his spot.
    “So?” Bev curled her over-lipsticked lips at him. She blinked her mascara-clotted eyes, then gasped. “Oh my gosh, you’re the guy suing her.” That was evidently the funniest things she’d ever heard, and she laughed so hard Hans had to reach out and hold her up.
    “I’m not suing her.”
    Sly’s simple statement not only silenced Bev, it made Rachel’s heart stop in her chest. Without warning, her legs went weak in relief. He was dropping the lawsuit after all.
    Just to be sure, she asked outright, “You’re dropping the lawsuit?”
    “Yep,” he answered quickly and gloriously. “Not only that, whatever your percentage of the company is worth, I’ll buy it from you.”
    Hot and cold flashes poured through Rachel. Her relief bounced to anger. “I don’t want you to rescue me, like I’m some incompetent spinster.” Wait, where had the spinster line come from?
    Unsurprisingly for Rachel, Bev just snorted and laughed her irritating laugh. “Did she tell you to do that? Because if she did, she’s as stupid as I’ve always thought she is. Right, Hans?”
    “Ya.” True to form, Hans gave his one-syllable answer as if he didn’t quite understand what he was being asked.
    “Rachel isn’t stupid,” Sly insisted. Was it just her imagination, or was he getting angry too? “She’s brilliant, and she’s done amazing things with a difficult business.”
    “Yeah, well, she’s stupid if she thinks she can use your money to buy me out.” Bev feigned disinterest, reaching into her bag to take out her phone. She didn’t make a call or type anything, she just held it up and mugged a few times to take duck-lipped selfies.
    Sly, on the other hand, looked like he’d just discovered the Lost Treasure of Atlantis. “That’s it. I’ll loan you the money to buy out Bev’s shares in Korpanty Enterprises.”
    Bev snorted. “Loser.”
    Rachel shook her head. “You can’t,” she sighed. “Another provision of the will is that if either of us ever wants to buy out the other, we have to use only our own money to do it. No outside loans, no borrowing of any kind. Strictly our own money.”
    “I could buy Rach out right now,” Bev bragged. “I’ve made a mint doing ‘art films.’ Isn’t that right, Hans?”
    “Ya.” Hans grinned, looking down into Bev’s cleavage.
    “And anyhow, I wouldn’t want that stupid old company. Well, except the underwear models. That’s where I found Hans.” She simpered and groaned in a way that was not suitable for work, and proceeded to run her hands across Hans’s body in ways that were definitely not appropriate for public. Hans just smiled and got…bulgy.
    Rachel turned away in disgust. “What are you doing here, Bev?”
    Bev played with her boy toy for a few more seconds, then blinked and turned back to Rachel as if surprised she’d talked. “You’re gonna lose, so I want my share of the company now. I have someone lined up to buy the whole thing.”
    “What?” Rachel’s blood pressure shot up in alarm. “I mean, I knew you would sell it, but now?”
    “Yeah. I need the money fast. Hans and I want to go to Milan