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not your face.”
    “You’ve lost your mind.” Bennett tried to walk around him, but Easton grabbed his arm, his fingers curling around it like a vise.
    “You’re the one who broke into the Spencer house last night.” He narrowed his eyes to slits and glared at Bennett.
    “I may have gone in there a few times in the past looking for the codicil, but I never tore up the place. I’m not that stupid. Besides, I was up late last night working—well past two a.m.—on the new ad campaign. Ask your dad.”
    “Ask me what?” Boyd strolled into the room, closing the door firmly behind him. “Tim thought I might be needed in here, and I can see that he was right.” His gaze landed directly on Easton’s hand gripping Bennett’s arm. He relaxed his hold, and his cousin yanked his arm back.
    “Easton’s accusing me of breaking into Emily’s house,” he whined like a spoiled child.
    “Well, if you didn’t do it, who did?” Easton glowered at him.
    “How should I know?” Bennett shook his arm out, then sat back down at his desk.
    “There you have it. Bennett said he didn’t do it, so now you can settle down,” his father said, acting like a referee, as if he’d ever been fair about anything.
    Easton narrowed his eyes to slits. “You may have won this round, cous, but I’ll be watching you. You can bet on that.” Then he turned to his dad. “I’m taking the rest of the day off.”
    Boyd frowned. “Didn’t you just get here?”
    “Yep, and now I’m leaving.” Easton strode by him without looking back.
    When he was in his car, he pulled out his cell phone and dialed his grandfather’s number. He didn’t know how much more of this he could take.
     
    ~*~
     
    Tara sat on the pier with her legs crossed Indian style and her grandfather’s journal resting on her lap. She thought back to what Officer Dailey had said about the break-in and how it didn’t appear to have been done by your typical robber, since nothing was stolen. He’d said it looked like the person had come in for something specific. What could that have been? If only her grandfather were still alive. She bet he’d know. Did it have something to do with his business—the brewery? If she was lucky, he’d made mention of it somewhere in his journal.
    She flipped through page after page, skimming the passages, looking for one to jump out at her, and then bingo, she found something very interesting. Addison mentioned his will. He wrote that he was leaving his half of the brewery to Frank Douglas. No surprise there. However, farther down the page, he said he was beginning to question that decision. There’d been numerous issues and blowups with Boyd and Bennett, and that made Addison threaten to leave his fifty percent to someone else. Tara thumbed through the next few pages, looking for proof that he’d actually done that, and then there it was, written in bold print. Her grandfather had added a codicil to his will.
    She quickly read through his last few entries, hoping to find the name of his new beneficiary, but her heart sank when she came to the end of the journal and it wasn’t there. With a sigh, she closed the diary and set it down on the pier beside her cell phone. Where was the codicil? Did the intruder find it, and that was why he didn’t search the upstairs, or did he worry that he’d already been in the house too long? If that was the case, then he might come back. Such a disturbing thought sent a chill through her.
    Who would care that her grandfather changed his will? Her stomach clenched tight, and it was impossible to steady her erratic pulse. The answer was obvious—the Douglas family: Frank, Boyd, Bennett and…Easton. His handsome face flashed before her eyes. She remembered the feel of his mouth pressed hard against hers and his strong arms wrapped around her waist as he held her. Could she have been so wrong about him? Was it possible that she’d made a bigger mistake now than she had with Jason? Would her heart