Savannah's Secrets. Reese Ryan
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Название: Savannah's Secrets
Автор: Reese Ryan
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Контркультура
Серия: The Bourbon Brothers
isbn: 9781474076258
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Savannah gave him a quick, grateful smile. A knot formed low in his gut.
“Savannah and Blake have done their homework,” his father said. “I’m ready to move forward with Savannah’s proposal. Any objections?”
Parker shook his head, but scowled.
“Excellent. Savannah, would you mind typing up your notes and sending them to the executive email list so my wife can get a look at them?”
“I’ll do my best to get them out by the end of the day, Mr. Abbott.”
“Duke will do just fine. Now, I’m late for a date with a five iron.”
“The gala is going to be sensational.” Zora grinned. “Right, Max?”
“It will be,” Max agreed. “I wasn’t sure that turning Mom’s low-key, local event into something more elaborate and—”
“Expensive,” Parker interrupted.
“Relax, El Cheapo.” Zora’s stony expression was a silent reminder that she wasn’t just their baby sister. She was sales VP and an equal member of the executive team. “The additional sales will far exceed the additional expenses.”
“Don’t worry, lil’ sis. I’m in.” Parker tapped his pen on the table. “I’m obviously outnumbered. I’m as thrilled as you are to expand our market and rake in more cash. I just hope Savannah’s projections are on target.”
“I look forward to surprising you with the results.” Savannah seemed unfazed by Parker’s subtle intimidation.
“C’mon, Savannah.” Max stood. “I’ll show you to your office. It isn’t far from mine.”
Blake swallowed back his disappointment as she left with Max, Zora and their father. So much for his plan to give Savannah a tour of the place.
“Watch yourself,” Parker warned.
“What do you mean?” Blake stuffed his phone in his pocket and headed for the door.
“You know exactly what I mean. You’ve been stealing glances at Savannah when you think no one is looking. Like just now.” Parker followed him.
“You’re exaggerating.”
“No, I’m your brother.” Parker fell in step beside him. “I know the signs.”
“Of what?” Blake turned to face his brother. “A man very impressed with his new hire?”
“It’s worse than I thought.” Parker shook his head. “Look all you want, just don’t touch. She’s our employee. A subordinate. Don’t cross the line with her. And for God’s sake, don’t get caught up in your feelings for this woman.”
“Good advice.” Blake resumed the walk to his office. “Too bad you haven’t been good at following it.”
“That’s why I know what a horrible idea it is.”
“Don’t worry, Parker. I won’t do anything you wouldn’t.” Blake went into his office and shut the door.
He didn’t need Parker to remind him that Savannah Carlisle was off-limits.
Savannah surveyed the gleaming copper stills and the pipes running between them that filled the distillation room. “They’re beautiful.”
She was home. Exactly where she was meant to be, had it not been for Joseph Abbott’s treachery.
“I guess they are.” Daisy checked her watch again.
Blake’s assistant was a nice enough woman, but her limited knowledge wasn’t helpful to Savannah’s cause. If she was going to take on the powerful Abbott family and prove they’d stolen her grandfather’s bourbon recipe and his process for making it, she needed to learn everything there was to know about the making of their signature bourbon.
Daisy gave the stills a cursory glance. “I never really thought of them as beautiful.”
“I do. I just didn’t think anyone else did,” a familiar, velvety voice chimed in.
Blake again.
The man seemed to pop up everywhere. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be a daily occurrence.
“Didn’t mean to scare you, Dais.” Blake held up a hand. “Just met with Klaus—our master distiller,” he added for Savannah’s benefit. “I’m surprised you’re still here. Doesn’t Daphne’s softball game start in an hour?”
“It does.” Daisy turned to Savannah. “Daphne’s my ten-year-old daughter. She’s pitching as a starter for the first time.”
“I’m sorry.” No wonder Daisy had tried to rush her through the tour. “I didn’t realize you had somewhere to be.”
“Get out of here before you’re late.” Blake nodded toward the exit. “Tell Daph I’m rooting for her.”
“What about the tour? We’re nowhere near finished. Savannah has so many questions. I haven’t done a very good job of answering them.”
“You were great, Daisy,” Savannah lied, not wanting to make her feel bad. “Your daughter’s pitching debut is more important. We can finish the tour another day.”
“Go.” Blake pointed toward the exit. “I’ll finish up here. In fact, I’ll give Savannah the deluxe tour.”
Daisy thanked them and hurried off.
“So you want to know all about the whiskey-making process.” Blake turned to Savannah. He hadn’t advanced a step, yet the space between them contracted.
“I mentioned that in my interview.” She met his gaze, acutely aware of their height difference and the broadness of his shoulders.
His fresh, woodsy scent made her want to plant her palms on his well-defined chest and press her nose to the vein visible on his neck.
“Thought that was just a clever bit to impress me.” The edge of his generous mouth pulled into a lopsided grin that made her heart beat faster.
“Now, you know that isn’t true.” Savannah held his gaze despite the violent fluttering in her belly.
She was reacting like a hormonal high-school girl with a crush on the captain of the football team.
Blake was pleasant enough on the surface, and certainly nice to look at. Okay, that was the understatement of the year. His chiseled features and well-maintained body were the stuff dreams were made of.
But he wasn’t just any pretty face and hard physique. He was an Abbott.
E-N-E-M-Y.
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