mouth dipped at the corners, and he eyed her in that knowing way he seemed to
be so good at. “Fine. We can do this the easy way or the hard way. You can go on pretending
that everything is sugar and sparkles to try to get me to go away and leave you to
whatever mess you’re in alone. Not going to happen, by the way. Or you can be honest
with me so that maybe I can offer some help.”
She groaned. “Look, I appreciate everything you’ve done. But I don’t need help. I’m
on a story that apparently has ruffled someone’s feathers. I can handle it. After
all this, I’m going to be on guard now and more aware.”
The displeasure that crossed his face was strong enough to steal breath. He crossed
his arms over his chest. “Someone ran you off the road last night. And don’t lie and
say I’m off base. You were yelling at them in your sleep.”
She glanced away and took a sudden interest in a crack in her driveway. “It was probably
just kids messing around.”
“You don’t strike me as a stupid woman, Charli. Don’t talk like one.”
She clenched her jaw, frustration building. Who was he to make demands on her? Being
a Good Samaritan gave him the right to a thank-you but not some right to all her business.
But before she could lash out and take out her stress from the last twenty-four hours
on the man in front of her, another truck pulled into her driveway. A very familiar
one.
“Son. Of. A. Bitch.” Her simmering frustration boiled over into outright anger. She
sent a fiery look Grant’s way, as a ginger-headed man climbed out of the truck’s cab.
Grant shrugged. “Sorry, darlin’. He would’ve done the same for me.”
Suddenly, all the warm and fuzzy feelings she’d been harboring toward Grant earlier
that morning dissipated into a red haze. She turned toward her uninvited guest, her
fists curling, spoiling for a fight. “Max, what the hell are you doing here?”
Her brother’s dark auburn brows dipped behind his aviators as he stepped around the
back end of Grant’s truck. “Well, hello to you, too, little sis. And I’m here to make
sure you’re all right. At least someone thought it was important to call me after
you were in a goddamned car accident, Char.”
He reached out and shook Grant’s hand and nodded in that man-to-man way that seemed
to say so much. She could read the words in the quick, silent exchange.
Thanks for calling me even though she told you not to. Thanks for handling my problematic,
always-getting-herself-in-trouble sister. I’m here to save the day now.
Her nails cut into her palms. “I’m fine. See?”
Max crossed his arms over his broad chest. “Yeah, you’re fine. Someone ran you off
the road, and your house has been broken into. You’re just peachy.”
Her lips parted. “How do you even know all that?”
“Grant called me while you were dealing with the police to update me.”
She sent Grant a betrayed look. To think she’d actually found herself trusting the
cowboy, even entertaining the fact that he kind of liked her. She should’ve known
better. She’d spent too much time around dudes to not take into account the guy-code
factor. Grant had spent his time being nice to her last night and today because she
was Max’s sister. A duty to take care of a friend.
“Max, you didn’t need to rush out here. I don’t even want to know how fast you had
to drive to get here this quickly. I would’ve called you if I needed help. I can handle
it.”
“Last time you said that, you nearly broke your neck bungee jumping.”
She rolled her eyes. “I got whiplash, drama queen. Big difference.”
He shook his head, his stance softening. “You worry me, Char. You and Donovan are
the only family I have left. It’s hard enough knowing that you’re this far away, but
I need to be able to trust that you’re not going to put yourself in danger. When Grant
called me last night and told me about the
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