Free The Rented Bride (Highland Billionaires Book 1) by KyAnn Waters, Tarah Scott Page A

little issue.”
    “Whatever it is, I have bigger issues. Please, just take him upstairs.”
    “Trent,” his grandfather growled, but Trent gripped Lindsey’s arm and started away so quickly she nearly ran to keep up.
    “Trent,” she cried, “slow down.”
    He ignored her and exited through the door into the corridor leading to the kitchen. They passed through the kitchen and entered the hallway where Ms. Adams had flipped him over her shoulder. This had been one shitty day. The party and everything it represented was a mistake.
    Lindsey jerked her arm from his grasp. “Trent, stop it. You’re going to hurt me.”
    “I’m not remotely close to hurting you, Lindsey.” He led her through the labyrinth of hallways to the courtyard entrance where she’d entered. “Where is your driver?” he demanded.
    “I don’t have one,” she said. “I assumed I’d be staying.”
    “You assumed a great deal,” he said.
    “We’re engaged. Remember?”
    “Not anymore. I don’t want you here. I want you out of my home, off my property and out of my life.” He was being unreasonable, and knew it, but didn’t give a damn. “In fact, I don’t ever want to see you again.”
    They reached the foyer where Henry searched a closet with a flashlight. He glanced at them, then thrust the flashlight behind his back.
    “I’m sorry, sir,” he said. “I didn’t expect anyone to use that corridor.”
    “That’s all right, Henry. Would you please bring a car around and take Ms. Fremont to a hotel, immediately?”
    “Most certainly, Sir.” Henry turned and hurried away.
    “I don’t have a hotel,” she told Trent.
    He glared at her. “No car. No hotel. No baby. And now no marriage. I guess you didn’t really have your plan worked out as well as you thought you did.”
    “You told me we’d make our home here.”
    “I didn’t tell you that you would be moving into Brettonwood tonight,” he said.
    “You would have sent me to a hotel after our engagement party?”
    “Of course not,” he snapped. “I planned to take my future bride to bed to celebrate our upcoming nuptials. But that was before I realized she was after more than my cock.”
    She slapped him.
    He stared at her for a long moment, then said to Henry, “Please have Meg make a reservation for Ms. Fremont at the Vail Regency Inn for the night. They can send me the bill.”
    “I don’t need your help in getting a place for the night,” Lindsey shot back.
    He shrugged. “It’s up to you. But you might be staying at the Holiday Inn without a reservation.”
    “That would be better than taking anything from you.”
    “A car, then,” he said.
    “I will get your coat, ma’am,” Henry said, and he disappeared down the short hallway toward the coat closet.
    “You’re making a big mistake,” Lindsey said.
    “I’m correcting a big mistake,” Trent replied.
    “You’re going to wake up tomorrow morning very sorry for this.”
    He snorted. “I can’t imagine how that would be possible.” 
    Henry returned with a calf length mink and held it out for her.
    She stuffed her arms into the sleeves, then pulled her hair free of the coat.
    “If you’ll come this way, ma’am,” Henry said. “The car is ready. Sam will drive you to your destination. Just let him know where you want to go.”
    She narrowed her eyes and shot Trent a dagger-filled look. With a huff, she turned as Henry opened the door. Lindsey hesitated, then straightened her back and walked out the door to the car. Sam waited with the back door open.
    “Whose idea was it to have a car ready in case someone needed a ride home?” Trent asked. He needed to thank them personally.
    “Ms. Adams,” Henry replied.
    He had to admit she knew how to throw a party. “Thanks, Henry.”
    “My pleasure, sir.”
    Trent headed upstairs and reached his grandfather’s room to find Celina standing outside the room. He recognized the worry in her furrowed brow.
    “What’s wrong?” he demanded, as he