Her Name Is Trouble: A small-town contemporary romance (The Daimsbury Chronicles Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

right now.”
    “That’s akin to going in like a kamikaze.”
    “What other choice do you have?” On this line, she stood and made for the door. “Think about it.”
    She didn’t wait for his reply and let herself out of the house.
    Only when she reached the swinging wood gate did she realise she’d found nothing about her father’s company and what it planned to do in the coming months that would prove so much a game changer.
    Drat. This meant she’d have to find another opportunity to talk to Luke again.

 
    Chapter Four
     
    Missy’s words rang in Luke’s head for the next day and a half. Amazing how the tabloids hadn’t gotten wind of his predicament yet. The gossip lines buzzed all through town but so far, no one seemed to have ratted him out. Maybe he had his mother to thank for that, Evelyn Morelli being a pillar of that talks’ network in Daimsbury.
    He sighed as he glanced at the phone. Time he bit the bullet.
    The long-distance call took a moment to reach across, and then Cade Kingston, the production man in charge of all shoots for TnT Industries , answered on the second ring. “Yo.”
    “Hey, man,” Luke said in greeting. “How’s it goin’?”
    “Busier than a one-legged man in a butt-kicking contest.”
    Luke laughed. Being around Southern folks, they’d all picked up the colourful language of that region.
    “Wassup, man?” Cade asked.
    He winced. “It’s about the shoot.”
    “What about it?” The tone had gone frosty and all business.
    “I...I won’t be able to make it to New York next week.”
    “What? Are you fuckin’ kidding me?”
    “I have a broken toe on my left foot. I’ll get the green light to travel by air in ten days. Something about the potential of swelling in a pressurised plane or something.”
    “Jesus, Luke! Do you know what that’s gonna do to us? Jacob’s already blowing fire down our necks for the CSR campaign—”
    “I know, which is why I have a proposition for you.”
    “I’m listening.”
    “Move the shoot here, in England.”
    “Wait a sec. You can still shoot?”
    “Yeah, I just can’t travel to another country.”
    Silence greeted him on the other side; Cade must be rolling the ideas around in his head.
    “What condition are you in?” Cade asked.
    “Bandage on my left foot, middle toes splintered together, and I have to use a crutch to walk. It’s supposed to ease up by next week, though.”
    “A crutch, you say?”
    He didn’t like the way Cade pronounced that sentence. Something brewed there and he’d be the butt of the issue.
    “Listen, man, I’ll see what I can do. Let me call you back as soon as I have anything.”
    “Great. Thanks, mate.” He cut the call and let out a breath. One hurdle over with; now to see what the outcome would be.
    Hardly five minutes had gone by when the phone rang and he had Cade on the line again.
    “It’s a go. And I have this brill’ idea for the shoot, you are not gonna believe it!”
    Luke winced. That’s exactly what worried him. Whatever Cade Kingston came up with could never be simple or even good. Still, he’d evaded the sacking he’d been expecting...guess Sinners&Saints did need him on board. Missy had been right.
    His thoughts veered back to her, and he frowned. Something about her still didn’t add up. And her name was Taylor. Coincidence that she shared the same family name as his boss? She’d said it was a common name in the South, though; what reason would she have to lie? What was he going on to think about here? That she’d be related to Jacob Taylor? The big man did have a daughter, but Iris Ann, as far as he remembered, would be in her mid-twenties and Missy looked barely legal. The red hair she hid with black dye could look the same, but Iris Ann had also had a full mouth while Missy had only the fuller upper lip...that he yearned to suckle on with a vengeance, all of a sudden. The image of Missy’s kohl-rimmed grey eyes appeared in his mind, and the memory of the