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excuse me, I have a meeting scheduled with Mr. Masters."
    Tracy's jaw dropped. "You still intend to go through with this?"
    "Without batting an eyelash."
    Before Tracy could retaliate, Leland Masters intervened, his tone stiff. "It's time Miss Hall and I got started, Tracy. I'll be in touch later today."
    Twin spots of red stained Tracy's cheeks, and Lindsey had the distinct feeling no one had ever refused her anything before now. "Fine. You can reach me at Stuart's house." An icy stare. "I'm not going back to Boston until this ludicrous situation is resolved."
    She whisked out of the room, shutting the door firmly behind her.
    Mr. Masters gave an awkward cough. "I apologize for that scene. Tracy is used to getting what she wants."
    "So I gathered," Lindsey returned dryly. Her chin came up, and she met Mr. Masters's gaze. "I'm ready to sign those papers now."
    Two hours later, Lindsey turned onto the private road leading to what was now her estate. She was still bristling from the altercation with Tracy, the drive to Newport having done nothing to quiet her outrage. Relax, she chided herself as she made her way down the winding driveway. There's a lot of work to do and no time to dwell on the tantrums of a spoiled snob.
    She'd purposely chosen a Friday to take title and ride out to the manor. It gave her a whole weekend to spend taking notes, making detailed sketches, and placing the necessary phone calls to contractors. She'd already made a huge dent in the process. Her sketchbook was brimming with potential floor plans she'd burned the midnight oil drafting over the past three sleepless nights. Not only that, but her mother's European trip was booked, her itinerary set. She'd be leaving in ten days, and spending a month abroad - two weeks in Paris and a week each in Rome and London. If Lindsey had her way, Irene would get back to find her new home well on its way to completion.
    As if on cue the manor came into view, and Lindsey felt a surge of anticipation as she studied it. The exterior was mostly stone and brick, needing only the most minor repairs to renew it. And the interior, a great portion of which was mahogany and oak, needed only a good cleaning and polishing to restore its natural beauty. After that came the redesigning, the minor structural changes, and the -
    Abruptly, Lindsey's thoughts broke off, and she frowned as she spotted another car parked in front of the door - the open door. She didn't have to guess who the car belonged to. She recognized the silver BMW from when she'd stormed out of here the last time.
    Nicholas Warner.
    He appeared in the doorway as she turned off her ignition and climbed out of the driver's seat. "Hello again," he said, descending the steps, his navy sports coat and crisp open-necked shirt indicative of the fact that he was in the middle of a business day.
    "What are you doing here?" Lindsey asked, her voice tight.
    He shoved his hands into the pockets of his slacks, his hooded gaze flickering over her, then settling on her lace.
    She'd forgotten how intense those probing blue eyes were.
    "Looking for some papers I had with me last time I was here. I have a key; I thought I'd mentioned that."
    "Did you? I don't recall. But it won't matter after today. I'm having the locks changed." Lindsey wasn't feeling in a charitable mood - not after her earlier scene with Tracy.
    Nicholas's brows rose. "Aren't you overreacting a bit?"
    "Why? Because I want to make sure only my mother and I have access to our home?"
    "No, because you're taking my head off. I'm a friend of the family, checking to see if I left my notebook here. You're acting like you just found a thief ransacking the place."
    "Maybe that's the way I feel." Lindsey broke off, realizing she sounded irrational. True, she didn't like what Nicholas Warner stood for, whom he associated with, or what his plans had been for this manor. But that didn't justify venting the fury she was feeling toward the Falkners at him.
    "I'm sorry" she