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so she checked in with Joshua. Nothing had happened overnight, thank goodness. The sheriff thought that the vandalism was probably teenagers, although Holly knew Brax disagreed.
    Saying goodbye to Josh ua, she moved towards the trailer Brax used.
    Holly had spent th e morning walking around the shops of Lilyvale, introducing herself and trying to gauge local reaction to the resort. Many people seemed really enthusiastic, realizing the potential stream of income it could bring.
    Others, like the man who ran the local bookstore and a couple of the women shopping in the grocery store seemed less than enthusiastic.
    And that was an understatement.
    Still, none of them seemed the type to resort to vandalism, which lent more to Brax’s theory that this was a personal vendetta. She sat on Brax’s desk and pondered over things.
    Her cell phone rang. Wonder of wonder, she actually had reception. Usually it was pretty patchy out here.
    “Hello,” she answered.
    “Hello, love,” Derrick replied.
    “Hey Derrick,” she greeted him, looking at her watch. It was about midday, meaning it was early evening in London. “How are things going?”
    “Pretty good here. How are things there today?”
    “All good. No further problems to report. Joshua is doing a good job and the building work is progressing.”
    “Good.”
    “You know, you might think about promoting Joshua. He’s calm, steady and well-organized.”
    “Hmm, we’ll see. Maybe.” She liked that he listened to her. He’d make his own judgment, but he always listened first.
    “I want you to keep me informed. Let me know straight away if anything else happens, understand?” he said sternly.
    “Sir, yes, Sir!”
    “Cheeky brat. Once I get back I’ll come down and check on Joshua’s work myself. That work for you?”
    “Thanks, Derrick.”
    Just as she hung up she heard someone call her name. Loudly. With some temper behind it.
    She stood and opened the trailer door. “Brax?” she asked.
    He strode towards her, dark eyes lit with ire. What was his problem? Holly took a step back in surprise before bracing herself. He entered the trailer, shutting the door behind him.
    “Just what did you think you were doing?”
    Holly forced herself to keep her ground. She folded her arms across her chest and raised a brow.
    “Well, I was talking on the phone to Derrick.”
    Brax looked at her in confusion. “What? No, not right now. What did you think you were doing this morning, going around and introducing yourself as a representative of Ashdown Industries and asking people how they felt about the resort?”
    “ Well, I am a representative of Ashdown industries and I wanted to know how people felt. No crime in that.”
    She would like to know how he had found out, though.
    “I got three phone calls in the space of twenty minutes about the lady from Ashdown Industries, including a very disgruntled one from Mr Duggan.”
    She bet he was the bookstore man.
    “Well, I’m sorry that they bothered you,” she began, failing to see the problem. Was he really this angry that his work had been interrupted?
    “They didn’t bother me . What were you thinking? You basically painted a big red arrow on your back for anyone upset about the resort!”
    She thrust back her shoulders, determined not to back down . These last few years had taught her that backing down was not an option. She wasn’t about to let anyone push her around.
    Not even Brax.
    Just because she liked a man who took charge, didn’t mean she was a pushover.
    “No, what I did was introduce myself and listen to any con cerns. Most people were in favor of the resort. Anyway I thought you believed Mason Philips was behind the vandalism.”
    Ah-ha, got him there.
    “Even if he is, there are still people who don’t like what is going on here. People you don’t know, and you’ve gone and told them who you are and where you’re staying.”
    “I didn’t tell them where I was staying,” she said indignantly. She