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the problems with her father out of her mind. Just as she was relaxing, her cell phone rang. The two workers frowned at her. Despite her being the customer, they still ran the show. Whoever said the customer was always right never met Mei-Ling and the girls at her shop. With an irritated sniff, Mei-Ling stalked away to work on another customer, switching on the chair massager as a poor second to her strong fingers.
    She shook her head when Tina gestured to the purse. “Let it go to voice mail. I’m sure it’s nothing.”
    She leaned back in the chair and sighed, letting the warmth and the massaging motion of the chair seep into her back. The cell phone rang again and Miranda frowned.
    “Tina, grab the phone and check who it is, please.”
    Tina reached in her bag and turned the phone to Miranda. “Want to answer it?”
    Lucas Wainright
    How did he get her number? “No, just leave it on the counter.”
    The phone stopped vibrating and stayed put on the counter. Tina glanced up at her, a question in her almond-shaped eyes.
    “Problem with a boyfriend?”
    Miranda laughed, a dry bark that almost jarred the nail polish from the manicurist. “Not even close. He works with my father and me.”
    Tina arched a perfectly shaped eyebrow, a playful look in her eye. Miranda shook her head. “Not on your life. Not my type at all. He’s too uptight and tense and stern for me. Too much like my father.”
    But he is crazy sexy. A tiny voice spoke from the inner recesses of her mind.
    “He’s the one calling you.”
    “True. Like I said, he probably has issues with reports or something. I needed a break and a manicure is relaxing.”
    Mei-Ling stopped at the table, eyebrows drawn into a straight line. She was a terrifying woman and no customer wanted to piss her off and be banned from the salon. Somehow, Miranda must have angered the small, Asian woman. “Phone call. I’m not running an answering service here. Make it quick. Customers call on that line.”
    Miranda glanced at her wet nails, then at Tina, then at the cordless phone on the table. Tina picked it up and held it out to Miranda. She grabbed the phone gingerly between her fingers, careful not to smudge the wet nails.
    “Hello?”
    “Why they hell weren’t you picking up your damn phone? I had to track down your assistant to find you.” Lucas Wainright’s voice shot out from the phone like a bullet, piercing her ear and her calm.
    Miranda resisted the urge to apologize. “I don’t answer to you.”
    “Everyone answers to me. Your mom asked me to call you. Get to the Savannah Medical Center. Your father’s had a heart attack.”
    The phone crashed to the floor and shattered in a fountain of plastic and metal.

Chapter Four
    M iranda rushed into the ICU waiting room. Her mother, Gwen, sat in a chair, dabbing at her eyes. When she saw Miranda, tears started flowing again. At the far end of the room, near the door to the ICU and as far away from the family as he could be in the hospital waiting room, Lucas Wainright stood, arms folded across his chest, his face an inscrutable mask. When he saw her, he strode quickly across the room, disapproval radiating from every pore.
    “About time you got here.” He spoke softly, so only she could hear him.
    “I came as soon as I heard. It was rush hour traffic. Nothing is ever easy in Savannah.”
    His dark eyes assessed her, glanced down at her fingers then back up, accusation in them. “You finished your manicure I see. Always priorities, isn’t that right, Miranda?”
    She whipped out her other hand, the one not finished. “Wrong again, Lucas. Why are you willing to believe the worst in me? You barely know me.”
    “Prove me wrong.”
    At that moment, her mother glanced up with tear-filled eyes. She reached out a hand towards Miranda. “Randi, honey. I’m so scared. Your father…”
    Miranda shoved past Lucas and sat next to her mother. She hugged her mother’s shoulders. “Have you heard anything? Has the