What Belongs to Her (Harlequin Superromance) Read Online Free PDF

ever-expanding waistline juddering with each step and his shaven head shining with perspiration. He closed the door, his brow furrowed.
    Sasha stepped toward him. “You okay, Freddy?”
    He turned. “You’re late.”
    “Not officially. Officially my hours on Friday are nine to nine, remember?”
    He grunted and walked to his desk. “Never known you to take any notice of what time of the day or night it is.” He collapsed into his chair, his gaze wandering the length of her. “You looking for our new boss, by any chance?”
    “Not particularly. He asked to see me first thing, that’s all.”
    “He’s outside.”
    Sasha glanced toward the glass doors. “Right.”
    “He’s been here since I came in at seven-thirty. Christ knows what he’s doing out there. He’s walking around with this look on his face. A look that tells me he’s Kyle’s boy through and through.”
    She stepped closer to the desk. “And what does that face look like exactly?”
    “Like he’s a hard son of a bitch. You wouldn’t think it looking at the pansy way he’s dressed this morning, but I guarantee that bloke out there has a mean streak.” He met her eyes. “Takes one to know one.”
    Unease rippled over her skin but Sasha smiled. “Yeah, well, you never scared me and neither did Kyle, so John Jordon has a long way to go to frighten me out of this place.”
    She marched to the door.
    “You know something, Sasha?”
    “What?” She faced him.
    “Kyle’s boy turning up like this changes everything.”
    She arched an eyebrow. “You think I don’t know that.”
    “It changes things with the park, the staff, the patrons...and especially with me. I didn’t work my ass off for Kyle to be pushed around by his damn son.”
    Trepidation furled in her stomach, and Sasha slipped her hand from the door handle. Freddy’s eyes were colder than steel, his cheeks flushed red.
    She curled her hand into a fist at her side. “He’s trying to push you around?”
    “Not yet. But give him time.”
    She smiled. Two against one was something to consider, surely? “Then maybe he needs to learn that neither of us will take too kindly to that.”
    Freddy stared, his eyes darkening. “I’m not your friend. Never have been. I work for Kyle and he ain’t here no more, so it’s a brand-new playing field. For all of us.”
    He shot her a final, loaded glare before picking up the phone and dialing.
    Anger burned hot behind her rib cage. What the hell was going on here? One minute she thought the fair was within her grasp and her life was about to change for the better. Now she was facing not one, but two adversaries. Clearly, Freddy intended to lay claim to Funland, too.
    She stared at his bowed head. She’d thought she knew Freddy and now it was abundantly clear she didn’t. John Jordon, the other claimant, was an unknown entity entirely.
    “Well, I’m glad we both know where we stand.” She turned and shoved open the door.
    Drawing in huge gulps of air, she marched past the rides, her gaze darting left and right as she searched for the best and most handsome target on which to vent her anger. She didn’t have to go far.
    Her nemesis sat in one of the dozen three-seaters, hovering above the platform of the dreaded Mixer. John looked lost in thought, his stare following the progress of his hand as he wiped it back and forth along the seat beside him. Sasha’s hormones surged to high alert.
    When Freddy described Kyle’s son as being “dressed as a pansy” today, Sasha had already guessed John would be wearing a suit, maybe even a tie, too, in order to add a flash of additional authority to their meeting that morning.
    She’d been right about the suit at least.
    What she hadn’t expected was the way a black jacket and open-necked crisp white shirt looked on him. His dark brown hair, cut short and neat, chiseled jaw and lightly tanned skin only added to the overall confidence that exuded from his every pore.
    Tiny flutters of excitement