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wanted to help her. How could she even try to resist?
    Samantha shook her head, hoping to clear all the Brady thoughts from her mind, and came to her feet. She needed to get out of her office and make sure all was running smoothly in her— her —hotel. After all, this resort was her baby, and she intended to spoil it.
    Even though she and Brady were going to work on this together, she planned on getting a jump start before he returned. Hopefully her days would go by more quickly and she could fill the void he’d left.
     
    “Abby, hold my calls, I need to talk to Brady.”
    Brady led the way up to his second-floor office.
    “What’s up?” Cade asked, closing the office door behind him.
    Brady took a seat behind his desk and rested his elbows on the glossy mahogany top. “I’m going back to the resort in a few days.”
    Cade nodded, resting his hands on the back of the leather wingback chair opposite the desk. “Has she given you any ammo we can use against her old man?”
    “None, yet. But I have a feeling with a few more one-on-one occasions, it’s just a matter of time before I can really pump her for information.”
    “Just be careful,” Cade warned. “She’ll discover who you are eventually.”
    He hoped like hell she didn’t. “I’ll have the information we need to destroy the Donovans beforehand. Trust me,” Brady said. “I’ll get what we need. I just want you to be aware that I may be on the island for a while. I don’t intend to come back until the job is done.”
    Cade shook his head with a laugh. “An exotic island, a beautiful woman—albeit the enemy—and a plan of seduction. Man, you get all the cushy, rewarding jobs.”
    Brady grinned, resting back in his seat. “Just part of being the oldest.”
    “Just make sure you get this done right. We don’t want to let Dad down.”
    Brady held his brother’s stare. No, they wouldn’t let their father down. And that was all the reason Brady needed not to fall under Sam’s spell.
     
    “What the hell is this I hear about a day care?”
    Samantha held the phone away from her earas her father’s booming voice punctured her eardrum.
    She should’ve known she’d be ratted on. Was she in a corporation or junior high?
    “Who told you?”
    “It doesn’t matter,” he scolded. “Maybe you forgot our numerous conversations where I not only didn’t authorize this preposterous plan, I flat-out denied your request.”
    “Yes, I remember,” she agreed like going against the great Stanley Donovan was no big deal. “But I am the manager and I see what’s going on here and what the patrons want. Many couples would like some private time to enjoy the tranquility of the island without kids running around and screaming at them. Surely that’s something you could relate to.”
    That last sentence slipped out of her mouth before she could think, but once the words were out, she didn’t regret them. Stanley Donovan had never been a hands-on father. Quite the opposite. Before the death of Sam’s mother, Bev Donovan had done it all. After her death, well, Stanley paid nannies and eventually shipped his daughter off to boarding school in Switzerland.
    “As of this moment, you will be checking inwith me at the beginning and end of each business day.”
    Sam slammed her fist into her desk. “What? You can’t be serious.”
    “I’m dead serious. If you can’t follow my directions, you will have to report every day and let me know what your plans are. I want to know everything from the number of guests to the number of rolls of toilet paper in the storage room.”
    Rage filled her. “This is not how you treat Miles.”
    “Miles doesn’t go behind my back.”
    Samantha gripped the phone. “Fine. You’ll get your daily report, but don’t blame me when your resort fails because you were too bullheaded to see some changes need to be made.”
    “Your attitude needs some major adjusting, little girl, or you’ll find yourself out of a job.”
    “I