bright green eyes flashed daggers at him. She looked like Sarah Ferguson, the former Duchess of York, with a sprinkle of freckles across her face and a riot of red curls on her head. “Sarah, you know my first name, use it.” She opened her mouth and then closed it. He almost smiled at her restraint. Keeping her mouth closed wasn’t one of her best attributes. The little chit loved to have the last word. As a young kid, Sally followed him and Brody around practically everywhere they went. Being teenagers, they found it to be pains in their asses. But, he’d been quietly partial to the little red-haired hellion. Sally chuckled. “You’re one of the most arrogant men I know.” “No more than your brother,” he said dryly. “You’re right.” She shut the door and turned toward him. “What did I do to warrant the pleasure of your presence? You haven’t been here since Brody moved to Montana.” “I don’t need to visit. Besides Brody didn’t move to Montana, he has a ranch there.” “Which he visits a lot.” “A vacation spot only. I was there a month ago.” “Really?” Sally grabbed her chest in mock shock. “Such an honor. You traveled all that way to see my brother.” “Don’t be a smartass. Brody is my best friend.” “You mean your only friend.” “Brat.” “So I’ve been told.” “Where’s Nicole?” he said abruptly. A flush attached itself to her pale skin. He watched intently as she regrouped before giving an answer. His appearance at the Beaumont mansion may have been a shock but she covered it quite well. The color continued to rise in her face. He surmised Nicole had discussed him with her little friend. Interesting. “Sarah, I’ve been trying to reach her but she’s not answering her phone nor responding to my texts. If anyone knows where she is it would be you.” “Really? Why?” “Why what?” “Why are you trying to reach Nicole?” “It’s none of your business.” She crossed her arms across her chest and glared. Big mistake. Damn. He’d forgotten that it didn’t take much to ignite her temper. She wasn’t a redhead for nothing. Sally was stubborn as a mule, something she had in common with her brother. Now he would need to tread lightly if he wanted to get any information about Nicole. Even as a little girl she wouldn’t be intimidated. “Then it’s none of your business where she is.” He spread his legs in a stance and stared hard, trying to break her. Anyone else would’ve relented by now. A battle of wills was being tested and he was determined to come out the winner. “Sarah, this is important.” “Really? How so?” Shit. This was going to harder than he thought. “Now I wonder why the great Ashton Sinclair is at my house looking for my best friend.” She tilted her head. “Do tell.” “Now you’re overstepping.” “Hmm…so you do care about her?” He didn’t say anything, his anger rising. She pointed at him. “I see the tick in your jaw working overtime. The silent treatment edged with intimidation won’t work on me.” She laughed. “Did you forget Brody is my brother? The master of intimidation.” “Brody and I could never break you.” She dipped her head into a mock bow. “Thank you kindly, sir.” “This is serious, Sarah. I need to talk to Nicole.” “Then why come here?” He ran a hand through his hair. “You ladies are tighter than any crawl space.” She giggled. “True.” “She tells you everything—” “Hmm.” “You’re trying my patience.” “Didn’t know you had any.” He inhaled deeply and waited. “She had some business to attend too.” “I know that. Have you spoken to her?” “Maybe.” “Tell me where she is.” “Whoa. Did you just issue a command? I’ll acknowledge that you’re distraught so I’ll let it pass…this time. Anyway, you don’t need to worry. She’s fine.” “And?” She stared at him, placing a finger across her