She had a heart of gold, but a nose made for butting into other people’s business. Lucille was a thousand years old and the local gossip queen. “We’re hiring someone to take over the crap none of us wants to do.” He was good at making hard decisions in his life-he’d had to be-but this was about the three of them, equal partners. Neither of them liked these weekly business meetings, but if they didn’t have them, then all the hard decisions were left to Sam. Sam slid him a look, and Tanner blew out a breath. “Anyone ever tell you that you’re a fun sucker?” Tanner asked. “We doing this or what?” he asked the guys. Because Sam knew all too well what it was like to not be nearly as tough as you needed to be. She wasn’t quite as tough as she wanted the world to believe.Īnd hell. Instead it was something else, something he suspected had to do with the singular flash of vulnerability he’d caught in her eyes. Nor was it her feistiness and ability to laugh at herself. It wasn’t her looks, though she was pretty in a girl-next-door way. Because this was the second time he’d been within touching distance, and it was now two for two that she’d sucked him in. He’d been amused at catching her watching him from her window-several times-but it wasn’t amusement he felt now. In fact, he was absolutely all for it.īut this woman was trouble in her own right.
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