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Blackhawk's Betrayal. Barbara McCauley
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isbn 9781408941850
Автор произведения Barbara McCauley
Жанр Современные любовные романы
Издательство HarperCollins
William Blackhawkâ¦local rancher, businessman and community leaderâ¦died in a small plane crashâ¦survived by his son, Dillon Blackhawkâ¦services to be held Thursday at Wolf River Community Churchâ¦
That was two years ago.
Two years.
She closed her eyes against the fresh wave of pain coursing through her. If sheâd known then what she knew now, what would she have done?
She honestly didnât know.
âMind if I join you?â
Jolted out of her thoughts by the question, the terse âyesâ on the edge of her tongue nearly slipped out. Her pulse jumped when she looked up.
Sam.
She prayed her hands werenât visibly shaking as she folded the piece of paper and slipped it back into her bag. Despite the fact that she would have preferred to be alone at the moment, she couldnât very well tell her boss to take a hike.
And since he had already slid into the booth across from her, he really hadnât given her much of a choice, anyway.
When she glanced around the room, several curious eyes quickly looked away. Terrific. No one in the diner knew who she was, but everyone in the place surely knew who Sam Prescott was. Before the day was over, Kiera had no doubt that rumors of the Four Winds general manager having an afternoon rendezvous with an unknown woman would be burning up the phone lines.
Sam followed her gaze. âYou expecting someone?â
âNo.â She looked back at him, took in the street clothes he wore. Sheâd thought him handsome in a suit. Confident. Absolutely unwavering and completely sure of himself. But it had nothing to do with clothes, she realized, taking in the stretch of black T-shirt across his broad shoulders and muscled arms. Apparently, the rumors sheâd heard about him working out in the gym every morning were true. âI was just running errands and stopped in for something to eat.â
âYou picked the right place.â He leaned in close and whispered, âBest hamburger in town, though if you tell anyone I said so, Iâll deny it.â
The smile on his mouth disarmed her, had her whispering back, âI think I can manage to keep a secret.â
âYeah.â He studied her for a moment. âI think you can.â
She stilled at his comment, arched an eyebrow and settled back in her chair. âYou sure you arenât here for fish, Mr. Prescott?â
Smiling, he settled back in his chair, as well.
An unseen cook in the kitchen dinged three times on a bell to signal an order was up.
Round one, Kiera thought absently.
âSo howâs it going?â Sam asked.
âI assume youâre referring to my job.â
âOf course.â
She picked up her lemonade, sipped. âWhy donât you tell me?â
âOkay.â He folded his hands on the table and straightened his shoulders. âYour ratio of tables to gross and time are in the ninetieth percentile and an initial review of customer comments is exceptional.â
In spite of the deep, official tone of his voice, Kiera saw the glint of a rogue in Samâs eyes. âSounds like I should ask for a raise.â
âIâm afraid that request would be denied. Youâve had two complaints filed against you.â
âWhat!â Lemonade sloshed over the rim of her glass and ran down the front of her tank top; a sliver of ice slid under the cotton neckline and into her bra. Frowning, she grabbed a napkin.
He signaled for the busboy. âTyler says youâre difficult to work with.â
Tylerâs an ass, she nearly said, but managed to bite her tongue. Sheâd worked with jerks like him before. He was a good waiter, but he kissed up to the manager and chef, patronized the rest of the staff and gossiped worse than a tabloid columnist.
She had nothing to gain by defending herself or acknowledging the waiterâs complaint had even the tiniest bit of merit. Nor did she have anything to gain by retaliating. Sooner or later, Tyler would have to face retribution.
Too bad she wouldnât be around to see it.
âHey, Mr. Prescott.â The busboy appeared beside the table. âYou want coffee orââ
Sam watched the dazed expression fall over the teenagerâs face when his eyes dropped to the front of Kieraâs damp tank top. The boyâs jaw went slack.
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