A Place with Briar. Amber Leigh Williams

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      Her lips quirked into a brief smile. “Sorry I barged in on you.”

      “It’s nothing,” he said with a shrug. When she shut the door, a wide grin broke over his face, though he couldn’t have said why as he reached for the phone on the bedside table. “Savitt,” he said, raising it to his ear.

      “You didn’t call yesterday. I was beginning to think you’d changed your mind.”

      The grin vanished quickly along with all the good feelings left over from his early morning encounter with Briar. “Tiff.”

      “Enjoying your vacation?”

      His back teeth ground together in frustration. “I haven’t found enjoyment in anything since you began your dirty deeds. But that’s exactly what you wanted, isn’t it?”

      Tiffany’s laugh filtered over the line. “Don’t whine, Cole. It doesn’t suit you. I called to make sure you haven’t backed out of our deal. And to remind you what’s at stake here.”

      How could he possibly forget about Gavin? “For you or for me—because I’m not quite clear on the former.”

      “The less you know, the better,” she said. “Isn’t that what you used to tell me when you’d come off a crime scene? As if my delicate, feminine sensibilities would swoon just for thinking about what my flatfoot husband had encountered.”

      “I’m no longer your husband,” he reminded her. And he’d learned well that there was nothing delicate about Tiffany. Hard and unyielding, like a hammer, was more like it.

      “You’ve got that right. Though Gavin does seem to miss you, on occasion.”

      “Don’t,” he said, the word coming out on a fierce growl as every muscle in his body tightened in defense. “Don’t dangle him in front of me any more than you already are.” He couldn’t stand it.

      “All right. Just remember what I said. Get inside her head, her files, whatever you have to do to find out everything there is to know about the inn, the adjacent property and if she has investors. If she does, I want to know who and how much.”

      “Are you going to buy them off, too?”

      “If necessary. I’ll need a progress report every night, Cole.”

      “So you can keep tabs on me, as usual.”

      “So I know you’re doing your job. I’m not paying for you to stay there so you can lounge under the sun, drink mai tais and work on your tan.”

      “Yeah, don’t worry. Nobody knows that more than me. I’m out.” He hung up and took a moment to steady himself. The woman could wind him up quicker than a Matchbox car. It was sickening. Fighting the urge to put his fist through one of Briar’s lovely walls, he dug through his backpack until he found something clean to wear.

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      BRIAR HAD MADE the mistake of looking at him again as she closed the door to the bay-view suite. And this time, her gaze had taken its time perusing freely. Beads of water had rolled down his chest from the wet, tousled tips of his black hair. The lure felt more than magnetic—it melted her. Turning away from the tempting sight, she had shut the door smartly at her back, hoping her hormones would get the message No!

      Her legs wobbled on the stairs. When she made it safely to the kitchen, she managed to sink into one of the breakfast table’s chairs before she could shrink to the floor.

      She fought to cool her heated cheeks, banishing the image of her guest’s sculpted chest from her memory.

      It had been a long time since she’d been so drawn to a man—and where had that gotten her? Into a whole heap of trouble. The last thing she needed now was a repeat of what had happened in Paris....

      Knuckles rapped against the frame of the screen door. Briar glanced up. Relief swelled at the sight of sure distraction.

      “Hey, let me in!” her cousin, Olivia Lewis, called through the door.

      “I’m sorry,” Briar apologized, springing up. She unbolted the screen and pushed it open with a creak so Olivia could breeze through. “I was distracted.”

      “Yeah?” Olivia said in her characteristically lurid voice. “You looked it.” She held up a large crate. “The wine you ordered.”

      “Oh,” Briar said, remembering. “Right.” She took a knife from a drawer to pry the lid open, glad for the activity as Olivia made herself cozy at the table. “Staying for breakfast?”

      “Yeah. I thought I’d check up on this new guest of yours.”

      Briar’s hands fumbled at the mere mention of Cole. The bottles in her arms clinked together as she elbowed the door to the liquor cabinet open. “Why?”

      “He seems like an interesting character,” Olivia mused, picking a ripe purple plum out of the bowl at the center of the table.

      “What could you possibly know about him?” Briar asked. “You haven’t even met him.”

      “I’m not deaf. You’ve got a biker living under your roof. I just want to make sure he’s not eyeing the family silver.”

      “You’re terrible! He’s not like that,” Briar blurted. Instantly, she wanted to clap her hand over her mouth. Instead, she broke down the crate and tossed it into the disposal behind the pantry door.

      “What do you mean?” Olivia raised a knowing brow. “He’s hot, isn’t he?”

      “Would you lower your voice?” Briar said. “He’s right upstairs!”

      “I knew it,” Olivia said. “One look at those crimson cheeks of yours could only mean one thing. Come clean.”

      “Let’s not do this now,” Briar begged as she tucked cinnamon rolls into a bread basket and set them on the table beside a small stack of plates. “Please.”

      Olivia smirked. “Well, I guess if you’re not interested, I might as well take a whack at him.”

      Briar’s cheeks were on fire. She turned to the sink. “Do what you want,” she muttered and began to scrub furiously at a cooking pan. “You always do. And I’m not interested.”

      “Yeah, sure.” Olivia knew Briar better than anyone. They weren’t just cousins. They’d grown up together, Briar’s mother managing Hanna’s and Olivia’s parents turning Tavern of the Graces into a runaway success.

      Olivia had long, blond hair that hung halfway down her back in flyaway curls and her sharp green eyes didn’t miss a trick. She stood nearly a head shorter than Briar but made up for it with her boisterous personality, an uproarious, booming laugh and an unchecked streak of righteousness.

      Despite their differences, they’d grown as close as sisters over the years. Guilt riddled Briar over the tinge of envy. Olivia could bait the opposite sex with a mere sidelong glance and, by extension, make Briar feel completely inadequate in the men department.

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