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  Simply Scandalous

  THE SIMPLY SERIES

  BOOK 2

  NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLING AUTHOR

  Carly Phillips

  Copyright © Karen Drogin, CP Publishing 2021

  Kindle Edition

  Cover Photo: Wander Aguiar

  Cover Design: Maria @steamydesigns

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  About the Book

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Epilogue

  About Simply Sensual

  About the Author

  SIMPLY SCANDALOUS

  He runs in high society circles… and he’s running circles around her heart.

  In retrospect, it was all Gran’s fault.

  Logan Montgomery has found his niche as an assistant district attorney. But Gran just revealed some worrying intel—dear old Dad and his political cronies are about to maneuver him into running for mayor.

  But Gran has a plan. A pre-emptive strike involving a pretty blonde caterer with supple curves—and a family history literally dripping with scandal. There’s just one flaw in his grandmother’s scheme: Logan’s not a player. And there’s a delicious spark of attraction that makes him want to try for something special with Catherine Luck.

  It’s a mystery to Catherine why Logan, who sits at the very top of the social ladder, would even look twice at someone like her. Maybe he has a thing for disgraced, overworked caterers. But his gentle concern, delivered in that velvety chocolate voice, can’t be real, and Cat knows better than to mix business with pleasure.

  Raw desire and genuine affection unexpectedly tip them into forbidden territory—love. Until Catherine gets a stark reminder that the Montgomerys never do anything without an ulterior motive.

  Which means Catherine’s luck in love is about to run out …

  Chapter One

  “Target at one o’clock.”

  Logan Montgomery listened to his eighty-year-old grandmother and groaned. “You’ve been watching James Bond again, Gran.”

  “Just Sean Connery. There’s nothing wrong with Daniel Craig, mind you. I wouldn’t kick him out of my bed.”

  “Gran!” Startled, Logan shot a glance at his grandmother.

  An impish gleam lit her knowing gaze. She’d learned to use shock value to her advantage, he thought wryly. “I think that’s enough.”

  “You never used to be a prude.”

  He stifled a laugh and chose to warn the irrepressible older woman instead. “And you never used to go so far. Better watch yourself.”

  The white-haired woman gave an unrefined, unladylike snort. “If you aren’t careful, you’ll end up a stuffed shirt like your father.”

  “With your influence? Not a chance.” He drank from a glass of hundred-dollar champagne, tasting bubbles and little else. Damn waste of money. A cold beer would taste a hell of a lot better, especially on such an unusually hot and balmy May afternoon. “So, tell me why you summoned me to the annual Garden Gala.”

  He’d hoped he could ignore the formal invitation, hand-delivered to his house as it had been hand-delivered to dozens of others. Although the Garden Gala was as much a part of Montgomery tradition as baseball was a part of spring, Logan didn’t feel the same sense of anticipation for this event. His grandmother, Emma, was a different story. He adored her.

  “Because of her.” His grandmother waved a wrinkled finger in front of his eyes. “Over there by the dogwood tree. She catered this whole party herself. Talent personified.”

  Logan narrowed his gaze. He couldn’t see much besides the overwhelming sea of floral prints on the female guests and the stark black-and-white uniforms worn by the help. “All I see is a bunch of penguins,” Logan muttered.

  “I believe servers are the proper term,” Emma said.

  “Couldn’t you get the judge to relax the dress code, for God’s sake? These poor people look like they’re attending a formal wedding, not serving cocktails on a spring day.”

  He liked parties as much as the next guy, but this uptight excuse for a gathering wasn’t the way he’d choose to spend a Saturday afternoon.

  “Your father has his standards,” Emma said in her haughtiest voice, in imitation of her son, Judge Montgomery. “He believes the help should dress as such. Ridiculous,” she muttered. “The man ought to come into the twenty-first century. Anyway, enough about Edgar for now. Look around. What else do you see?”

  Logan took two steps to the right so he could see around a ridiculous-looking parasol held by one of his mother’s friends to protect her skin from the nonexistent sun and impending rain.

  “Well?” A bony elbow nudged Logan in the ribs.

  He looked once more and was rewarded by what he saw at the elaborate bar set up in front of the pool house on the perfectly manicured lawn—a delectable-looking creature in uniform. She stepped around the bar and into full view. The clouds had begun rolling in, but this woman radiated pure sunshine. Not even the standard server uniform looked ordinary on her supple curves.

  She reached over to clean the bar of used glasses, and Logan was treated to a backside view that was just as enticing. Black sneakers, obviously worn for comfort, and black tights with a vertical seam ran up the length of her well-toned legs. As she reached forward to sweep the top of the bar with a damp rag, the hem on her black miniskirt inched higher. He stepped closer in time to catch a hint of lace peeking beneath the black hem. Interest replaced curiosity and the temperature outside hitched up a notch. So did strategic body parts. He stuck one finger inside the constricting collar of his white shirt, giving himself some breathing room.

  She rose to her full height, which wasn’t much. Petite, with blond hair pinned on top of her head, she couldn’t have been more than five foot three. Considering he had one sister who had traipsed more friends through the house than he could count on both hands, Logan considered himself an expert on all things female.

  And this female intrigued him. His gaze traveled over her form-fitting white blouse, which was buttoned to her chin but failed to hide well-rounded breasts, lingered on the belt cinched over a small waist, and settled on the white socks pulled over the sheer stockings. She wasn’t a typical server by any means.

  Didn’t matter if he looked from the bottom up or the top down, he liked what he saw. A smile edged the corners of his mouth.

  “Quit drooling and tell me what you see.”

  “A damn sexy penguin,” he muttered.

  “Call her what you want,” Emma said. “She’s the solution to your problems.”

  “Didn’t know I had any.” Another glance as she swung back around the bar and he grinned. If he had a problem, he sure wouldn’t mind this woman being the answer.

  “Do you want to put an end to Montgomery expectations, or do you want your parents and their big-money friends to keep hounding you to run for public office? No peace, no quiet. And bye-bye
low-profile job at the public defender’s office. Once next Saturday is over, your life will be out of your hands.”

  “You don’t have to sound like you’re enjoying this,” Logan muttered. But instinct told him his grandmother wasn’t just trying to shock him now. Emma had lived in this mausoleum along with both of Logan’s parents. She was privy to details Logan wasn’t and shared that information willingly. He turned his attention back to the older woman.

  “You can keep telling them no thank you.” She patted her perfect bun into place as she spoke. Not even the humidity touched Emma’s coiffure. “But your daddy’s been stubborn as a mule and insistent on having his own way since he was in dirty diapers.”

  He stifled the urge to laugh again. She didn’t need an audience. “You’ve really got to watch your mouth.”

  “Nonsense. Age gives me the right to say and do whatever youth prevented me from saying or doing. The expression is young and stupid, not old and stupid.”

  Logan grinned. “I know now why Dad wants you in a home.” He gazed at the outspoken woman who had given him and his sister their only source of love and affection growing up. In their best interests, she’d undermined his parents’ efforts at making their children clones of their own public-perfect selves. She’d accomplished her goal with his sister.

  But with Logan, the only son, things had been more difficult. Though he’d traveled his own path, many of his choices—college, law school, and his stint as district attorney—had paralleled his father’s.

  No one believed he intended to chart his own destiny. Not even the past two years spent working at the public defender’s office swayed his family’s beliefs. To all the Montgomerys, Logan was the next generation, destined to follow in past footsteps.

  Except to his beloved grandmother. To Emma, Logan was the grandson she’d raised, a man with his own beliefs. He turned his attention back to what she’d said minutes earlier. “Okay, let me have it. What’s happening on Saturday?” he asked.

  “I thought you’d never ask.” She nudged Logan, urging him to walk with her.

  Resigned, he followed the sound of the crinkling taffeta of her long day-dress until she reached her destination. Emma gestured across the patio to where his father was holding court. “In one week, your father and his conservative cronies plan on announcing your candidacy for mayor of our fair city. Hampshire needs some young blood and you’ve been handpicked. Perfect son of the esteemed Montgomery family on his first stepping-stone to even higher office.”

  “Never happen,” he said.

  “That’s right, and I’ll tell you why. We’re going to publicly disgrace you. Free you to live life outside the realm.”

  He drew a deep breath and forcibly stopped himself from rolling his eyes at her theatrics. “I don’t need scandal to free myself from the family. They can talk politics until doomsday, but without a willing candidate, they’ve got nothing.” And Logan was completely unwilling.

  “You drove all the way out to Hampshire, so at least hear me out.”

  As usual, the older woman had a point. Besides, he had no place else to be, and the view from this angle was good.

  Logan folded his arms over his chest. “You mentioned a plan,” he prodded. “So, how can she save me?” He pointed to the blonde across the way.

  Emma nodded. “You need a public trashing, and who better to ruin your reputation than a woman born into poverty with a family history of prostitution behind her?”

  He choked on champagne bubbles. “You’re exaggerating.” He glanced at Emma’s target.

  She’d left the covering of the bar and now tread with a light step, gliding among the guests, talking quietly with the workers serving hors d’oeuvres. Her air of authority set her apart from the others. So did the miniskirt she wore in place of the black pants favored by the rest of the servers. A black bow tie nestled below her chin, accentuating her heart-shaped face. How had he missed that before?

  “She owns Pot Luck, the caterers. She doesn’t attend every event her company caters, but I insisted she run this one.”

  “Of course you did,” he muttered.

  “She’s a woman after my own heart. Remember the charm school the cops closed down last year?”

  “Vaguely. I was out of state.” He’d graduated from Columbia Law School and snagged a job at the Manhattan district attorney’s office, working there until Emma’s mild heart attack this past year brought him home. He wanted more time with his family. Other than his sister, Grace, with whom he’d shared an apartment in Manhattan, Emma was the only family who counted.

  “Well, she and her sister,” Emma said, pointing to the caterer, “inherited that business. Turns out the previous owner, her uncle, was operating a call-girl service in disguise.”

  “But she wasn’t involved.”

  “Well, no, but it’s family scandal. And to make things even better, she used to work for them when she was in college.” His grandmother clapped her hands in growing excitement.

  “She was a prostitute?”

  “Bite your slandering tongue. She taught classes for the testosterone-impaired. All on the up-and-up. But think of your parents’ reaction if you brought home a woman whose family had dabbled in prostitution. A woman who instructed the single man on how to score.”

  Certain she had done no such thing, Logan refused to touch that outrageous comment. “I don’t bring women home,” he said instead.

  Why should he? His parents would take it as a sign the prodigal son was ready to settle down. Logan couldn’t say he wasn’t itching for steady companionship. He was. He couldn’t say he didn’t long for someone to come home to at the end of the day. He wanted that, too. But he’d yet to meet a woman who interested him enough to forsake all others, let alone one he could imagine looking at across the dinner table each and every night for the rest of his natural life.

  “You would if you met the right one,” his grandmother said with a gleam in her eyes that alarmed him.

  The old lady had an agenda. Logan only wished he knew more. Just because Emma was admitting her scheme aloud didn’t mean she was revealing all.

  He knew her too well to be anywhere near complacent, but he decided to humor her for now. “My social life is plenty full, Gran. Too full to settle for just one woman.”

  His social life was full, all right. Full of renovation and restoration. Logan was busy, just not playing the field. But a white lie wouldn’t hurt anyone, least of all Emma, who needed to believe Logan was happy and on the lookout for the future Mrs. Montgomery.

  While he met, dated, and appreciated women as much as any man, he didn’t see a long-term relationship in his future. The women he met at the P.D.’s office and the opposing counsel he ran into around the courthouse cared more for what the Montgomery name could do for them than in Logan himself. Same for the women in his parents’ illustrious social circle. They sought only to marry and keep their steady income streaming in. All were disappointed and disinterested once they discovered Logan lived off his salary and kept himself isolated from the family legacy.

  A marriage for the sake of appearances, like the one his parents shared, didn’t interest him. No one benefited from a loveless union—especially not the requisite number of children, born only for show. Children raised by servants and ignored by their parents.

  “Open your eyes, son. You never know what’s in front of you. Now, as I was saying about your father and his mayoral ideas. If making your point in private doesn’t work, we can always resort to the headlines. ‘Judge Montgomery’s Son Dating Ex-Hooker.’ Not that I’m in favor of that approach, mind you—Catherine deserves better.” She pointed to the woman in the corner.

  At least now she had a name. He’d need one if he wanted to get to know her better.

  “You know how the papers exaggerate about sex,” Emma said. “You’ll be a dropout candidate before you know it.”

  He let out a groan. Humoring her was getting more difficult.

  “I can see you’r
e interested. So, go for it with Cat and get caught. My money says the embarrassment will be enough. Your father will call off the campaign.”

  Logan shook his head. “You really do have an overactive imagination. There’s no reason to go that far. A press conference minus the candidate will take care of any expectations.”

  “And how would that affect your job at the public defender’s office? I happen to know it’s a first step toward opening your own law office down on the docks.”

  “Both are my business, and as much as I appreciate your concern, I can handle my life without help.”

  As if on cue, a large hand slapped Logan on the shoulder. “Good to see you, son. I knew you wouldn’t miss a chance to mingle with your supporters.”

  In a move she’d perfected over the years, his grandmother raised an eyebrow and nodded her head as if to say, I told you so.

  He met his father’s gaze. “Of course not. These people are very important.” To Emma, Logan added silently, which was the only reason he’d chosen to attend.

  His father puffed out his chest and beamed, obviously misconstruing Logan’s agreement. Logan didn’t bother to explain. The judge would never listen.

  “I’m glad you agree. Now, you’ve got to learn the art of working a room,” Edgar said.

  “What room?” Logan asked, deliberately playing dumb. He glanced at the sky and the clouds that had been steadily rolling in. “I thought this was an outdoor garden party, not a political fund-raiser.”

  “I like your sense of humor, son.”

  Behind the judge’s back, Emma caught Logan’s attention with a wave. She rolled her eyes and they shared a silent laugh at the judge’s single-mindedness.

  “Glad you’re amused,” Logan muttered.

  “Yes, but you know as well as I do that behind every event there is a purpose,” the older man said. “The fact that you showed up for this is telling.” He adjusted the lapels of his jacket.

  Logan waited a beat before walking around and placing an arm around his grandmother’s shoulder. “The only thing my appearance should tell you is I wouldn’t miss one of Emma’s extravaganzas. Beyond that, I have no purpose or hidden agenda.”