A Decent Proposal. Teresa Southwick

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      “Mayor Goodson assured me that the length of time required and the permit application process is shorter and less intense than a city like Chicago, Los Angeles or New York. Simply because here there’s not the large volume of requests.”

      “True enough. But we keep busy.”

      “I have no doubt. The thing is, delays can be costly and time-consuming.” Stuff that needlessly kept him away from home. And Liam. “I’d like to avoid that if possible.”

      “I can sure understand that.” John leaned forward and rested his elbows on the desk. “And here’s where I’m coming from, Burke. It’s come to my attention that you’re seeing Sydney McKnight.”

      “We’ve met,” Burke said cautiously. The man’s pleasant tone didn’t change, but there was something uncompromising in his dark eyes. “Sir, I don’t mean to be critical here. And I’m aware that things are different in a small town. But I’m a little confused about how that information is relevant to my getting construction and electrical permits issued in a timely fashion.”

      John pointed to a picture on his desk, one of several and nearly obscured by the unrolled paperwork. It was a photo of this man with his arm affectionately thrown across Syd’s shoulders. Both were smiling. “Sydney is my niece.”

      Burke did his best not to show surprise. If the last name had been the same, he’d have been better prepared. This guy must be her deceased mother’s brother. “I see.”

      “Maybe you do. Maybe not. It’s not clear from what I hear whether or not you’re dating my niece, but you should know that I’ve been extraprotective of her since the day she was born. So I’d prefer that she’s a happy camper. That girl and my brother-in-law have been through a lot. I’d sure hate to see anyone do anything to hurt her.” He hesitated a moment, letting the words sink in. “And whatever the mayor told you about a short waiting period for plan approval could be a little off. If you get my drift.”

      Burke definitely got it. The drift was clear. Don’t do Sydney wrong or the permits could be delayed, costing him time and money.

      He stood and met the other man’s gaze. “I assure you that Sydney is safe with me.”

      “Sure hope so, son.”

      Burke shook the man’s hand, left the office, nodded to Sally behind the desk, then walked into the hall and back down the stairs the way he’d come. This was an aspect of small-town life that he hadn’t taken into account. Since his philosophy was not to get deeply involved with a woman, it hadn’t occurred to him there was a potential conflict of interest if he did.

      Still, he was pretty sure he’d told Syd’s uncle the truth about her being safe with him. She wasn’t looking to get serious and had volunteered to handle the details about them breaking up. Considering that, she should be able to pull off convincing everyone that she wasn’t hurt by their relationship.

      But any ideas Burke had of taking things to the next level with her would be best ignored. Personal risks weren’t his style and factoring in the business complications made taking any chances too costly.

      Still, he was committed to helping convince Syd’s father they were a couple. That would make her happy and now he had business reasons for keeping her that way.

      * * *

      After rotating the tires, Syd looked at the underside of the 2012 Chevrolet sport utility vehicle up on the hydraulic lift. Always a good idea to make sure the frame was solid. The customer had said the ride wasn’t as smooth as it could be. Part of the reason could be that Blackwater Lake was surrounded by rural area. Critters large and small crossed the roads whenever they felt the need and mostly at inconvenient times.

      She didn’t like thinking about that, but stuff turned up and finding it here at the shop was in her job description, so she looked and fortunately didn’t see anything wrong. She would change the oil, then check the fuel injection system.

      There were footsteps on the cement floor behind her. A man’s footsteps in dress shoes, not boots or sneakers. Burke Holden.

      Could be someone else, but she had a feeling it wasn’t. Just thinking his name made her heart beat a little faster. She took a deep breath then turned to face him. “Hi.”

      “Hi, yourself.”

      “I’m guessing you didn’t see the sign.”

      One corner of his mouth quirked up. “You mean the one about customers not being allowed in the service area?”

      “That would be the one.”

      “It’s a liability issue and I don’t plan on having an accident, let alone filing a lawsuit against your business.”

      “Good to know.”

      He moved closer and pulled her into his arms, then lowered his mouth to hers. The sudden and unexpected intimacy sucked the air from her lungs and started her pulse racing. His lips were soft, so soft, and she felt herself sinking into the kiss in spite of the warning her brain was trying to send that she shouldn’t respond.

      He cupped the side of her face in his palm and brushed his thumb over her cheek, caressing, mesmerizing, tempting. The sound of a tricked-out truck roaring by on the street brought her to her senses, reminding her where she was.

      She pulled back, hoping he wouldn’t see that his kiss had affected her, made her tremble from head to toe. Brushing her dirty hands over her equally dirty work shirt and pants, she said, “I’m greasy. It’s going to get all over those expensive clothes you’re wearing.”

      He glanced down at his slacks and sports shirt and shrugged. “A devoted boyfriend doesn’t care about things like that.”

      Speaking in the third person was a dead giveaway that he wasn’t talking about himself. And for some reason that kiss had felt a lot like a giant “take that,” as if he was trying to make a point to someone. “Why did you kiss me?”

      “Your father’s watching.”

      “How do you know?”

      “I stopped in the office. He told me where to find you and warned me about customers in the service bay.”

      Syd peeked past him and saw that it was true. Tom McKnight was looking at them through the window of his office. It was so tempting to wave, but she held back. Make it look real and natural, she reminded herself. The man’s future happiness was at stake.

      She looked up at Burke. “I have to say again that you’re very good at role-playing.”

      “It’s a gift.” His face had faux humility all over it.

      “I didn’t expect to see you here.” But she was happy he’d stopped by, a thought that was something to rationalize later.

      “I just met your uncle.”

      “Oh?”

      He nodded. “I went to the county building services office about permits for the resort. Turns out he handles that sort of thing.”

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