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don’t own it. You own controlling interest.”
“Which we both know is the same thing.” He glanced around. “So this would be my office?”
Her eyes narrowed as she enunciated every word. “This. Is. My. Office.”
Now that he was back in control, he asked the questions that had been circling his brain. “So what horrible thing did you do to get cut out of Uncle Michael’s will completely? Forget to put your napkin on your lap? Burp at a dinner party? Get caught showing someone your panties?”
The look that entered her eyes was a combination of anger and hurt. “I didn’t do anything. And I wasn’t cut out completely.”
Deacon already knew this. After his father had gotten the lawyers high on the moonshine he always carried in his trunk, they had become loose-lipped. He knew exactly what his uncle had left Olivia and her mother. According to the lawyers, the value of the estate was the same amount she was willing to give Deacon and his brothers.
He studied her. “Sorry, but I just don’t get it. If you were Uncle Michael’s beloved stepdaughter, why wouldn’t he just leave you the shares in the company? Didn’t he know how much you love French Kiss?”
She turned away. “He knew.” A buzzer went off, and Olivia reached out and pressed a button on the phone. “Yes?”
“Sorry to interrupt.” Kelly’s voice came through the speaker. “But your mother is on line one and says that it’s an emergency.”
Olivia’s shoulders tightened. “Thank you, Kelly.” She glanced back at Deacon. “Do you mind getting out of my chair?”
“Not at all.” He got up and slid the chair over.
If looks could kill, he would be six feet under. Which made his smile even broader. He liked this feisty Olivia much better than he liked the poised businesswoman. Or maybe he just liked knowing that he could get under her skin.
He moved to the sitting area and sat down on the couch. It was as hard and uncomfortable as it looked. He picked up a French Kiss catalog from the coffee table and thumbed through it. It wasn’t the first time. He was on their mailing list—under an alias, of course. An exasperated grunt had him looking up from the hot model in a lacy bra and panties to the ticked-off woman in a business suit. It didn’t sit well that he found Olivia almost as hot.
“So I guess you’re not leaving,” she said.
He shrugged. “I don’t have anywhere to go. This poor Beaumont only had enough money for the plane ticket.” It was an out-and-out lie. He might not have had enough money to build his condos, but he had enough to cover a plane ticket and hotel. But damned if he wasn’t enjoying toying with Olivia. However, the kiss had been a mistake. One that wouldn’t be repeated.
She sent him a glare before pressing a button and picking up the phone. “I’m sorry I kept you waiting, Mother, but I’m kind of busy right now. So what’s the emergency? Did…” Her gaze met his before she swiveled the chair around and lowered her voice. “Did she throw another temper tantrum?” She paused for only a second before speaking in a voice at least three octaves higher. “Jail? She’s in jail!”
Although he continued to thumb through the catalog, Deacon was all ears.
“What happened? Oh, good Lord.” With the phone cradled to her ear, Olivia swiveled back around and placed her checkbook in the briefcase. “No, we can’t leave her there, Mother.” Another pause. “No, I don’t have a clue how to bail someone out of jail, but I’m sure I’ll figure it out.” Hanging up the phone, she stood and grabbed her briefcase.
Deacon flipped down the catalog and got to his feet. “You’ll probably need a bail bondsman.”
She stopped on her way to the door and turned to him. “Excuse me?”
“That’s what you’ll need if you want to bail your friend out of jail.”
“Oh.” She nodded. “Thank you.”
He flashed her a smile. “Anytime.”
She studied him for a long moment before heading
“Which we both know is the same thing.” He glanced around. “So this would be my office?”
Her eyes narrowed as she enunciated every word. “This. Is. My. Office.”
Now that he was back in control, he asked the questions that had been circling his brain. “So what horrible thing did you do to get cut out of Uncle Michael’s will completely? Forget to put your napkin on your lap? Burp at a dinner party? Get caught showing someone your panties?”
The look that entered her eyes was a combination of anger and hurt. “I didn’t do anything. And I wasn’t cut out completely.”
Deacon already knew this. After his father had gotten the lawyers high on the moonshine he always carried in his trunk, they had become loose-lipped. He knew exactly what his uncle had left Olivia and her mother. According to the lawyers, the value of the estate was the same amount she was willing to give Deacon and his brothers.
He studied her. “Sorry, but I just don’t get it. If you were Uncle Michael’s beloved stepdaughter, why wouldn’t he just leave you the shares in the company? Didn’t he know how much you love French Kiss?”
She turned away. “He knew.” A buzzer went off, and Olivia reached out and pressed a button on the phone. “Yes?”
“Sorry to interrupt.” Kelly’s voice came through the speaker. “But your mother is on line one and says that it’s an emergency.”
Olivia’s shoulders tightened. “Thank you, Kelly.” She glanced back at Deacon. “Do you mind getting out of my chair?”
“Not at all.” He got up and slid the chair over.
If looks could kill, he would be six feet under. Which made his smile even broader. He liked this feisty Olivia much better than he liked the poised businesswoman. Or maybe he just liked knowing that he could get under her skin.
He moved to the sitting area and sat down on the couch. It was as hard and uncomfortable as it looked. He picked up a French Kiss catalog from the coffee table and thumbed through it. It wasn’t the first time. He was on their mailing list—under an alias, of course. An exasperated grunt had him looking up from the hot model in a lacy bra and panties to the ticked-off woman in a business suit. It didn’t sit well that he found Olivia almost as hot.
“So I guess you’re not leaving,” she said.
He shrugged. “I don’t have anywhere to go. This poor Beaumont only had enough money for the plane ticket.” It was an out-and-out lie. He might not have had enough money to build his condos, but he had enough to cover a plane ticket and hotel. But damned if he wasn’t enjoying toying with Olivia. However, the kiss had been a mistake. One that wouldn’t be repeated.
She sent him a glare before pressing a button and picking up the phone. “I’m sorry I kept you waiting, Mother, but I’m kind of busy right now. So what’s the emergency? Did…” Her gaze met his before she swiveled the chair around and lowered her voice. “Did she throw another temper tantrum?” She paused for only a second before speaking in a voice at least three octaves higher. “Jail? She’s in jail!”
Although he continued to thumb through the catalog, Deacon was all ears.
“What happened? Oh, good Lord.” With the phone cradled to her ear, Olivia swiveled back around and placed her checkbook in the briefcase. “No, we can’t leave her there, Mother.” Another pause. “No, I don’t have a clue how to bail someone out of jail, but I’m sure I’ll figure it out.” Hanging up the phone, she stood and grabbed her briefcase.
Deacon flipped down the catalog and got to his feet. “You’ll probably need a bail bondsman.”
She stopped on her way to the door and turned to him. “Excuse me?”
“That’s what you’ll need if you want to bail your friend out of jail.”
“Oh.” She nodded. “Thank you.”
He flashed her a smile. “Anytime.”
She studied him for a long moment before heading
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