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bill from her grasp.
    She swiped it away before he could get it and slid across the booth. Her bank account balance may be pathetic, but there was no way he was buying her lunch. She wasn’t about to owe him anything. “Well, don’t worry. You don’t have to put up with my questions or idiotic attempts at putting together a fundraiser that would actually help this community. And I’ll find somewhere else to shower so I won’t be darkening your doorstep.”
    His hand clamped down on hers, setting off an electric jolt that went straight to all the places it shouldn’t. “We’re in this together.”
    “Why?” Now that came out shakier than it should have.
    “Because I gave Luciana my word that I’d help you with the fundraiser, and I always keep my word. Always. Come on, I’ll drop you off at the brewery.” He tugged the bill free from her grasp. “I’ll meet you at the veterans’ center at ten a.m. tomorrow, then you can see for yourself that this project is too much for you.”

    Since Olivia’s office at the Sweet Salvation Brewery looked like Armageddon at the dust bunny convention, she marched down the hall to Miranda’s. Her oldest sister’s office was all chrome and dark wood—perfect for the fast-rising Harbor City business executive she’d been before they’d inherited the brewery from their crazy uncle Julian. The only thing that kept the office decor from perfectly toeing the company line was the Live Free, Die High poster leftover from when their uncle ran it.
    Miranda and Natalie were hunched over the desk going through paperwork that Olivia would bet dollars to stilettos was some organizational plan the efficiency expert middle triplet had come up with to squeeze an extra half percent of productivity out of the brewery.
    While Miranda and Natalie were the exceptions to the all-Sweets-are-crazy rule, she was the Sweet who proved the rule. Still, when she needed to bitch, there was nothing like the triad.
    Miranda looked up from the paperwork on her desk. “You look like you’re about to set fire to the place. Lunch didn’t go well?”
    “Lunch was fine; it’s Grumps Garcia who isn’t.” She flopped down into the seat next to Natalie, who hugged her beloved clipboard tight. “Why did I let Luciana talk me into moving into the cabin behind his house?”
    “What?” Both sisters exclaimed at the same time, their identical blue eyes round with surprise.
    God, she really needed to think before she spoke. That was not how she wanted to drop the news to her sisters. “No offense, but Uncle Julian’s just doesn’t have the space for one more person.”
    There, that totally sounded better than “my best friend offered up the cabin behind her super-hot brother’s house and my hormones wouldn’t let me say no, even though I should have because he is a total ass.”
    Ass. Oh God, his was still amazing. It filled out his uniform pants like they’d been custom made. She shifted in her seat, pressing her thighs together as discretely as possible. Crap! Stop thinking about Mateo’s ass.
    “We’ll make room at the house,” Miranda said. “We always find a way.”
    Here her sisters were trying to clean up her mess of a life, just like when they’d been growing up, and all she could think about was Mateo. You could take the girl out of Salvation, but you really could never take the Salvation out of the girl.
    “True, but the cabin is already there,” she said. “It’s vacant. Plus Luciana won’t charge me any rent.”
    Natalie’s eyes narrowed. “Why are you worried about paying rent?”
    She dropped her chin to her chest. What was that she’d just told herself? Oh yeah, no talking without thinking.
    “Spill it, Olive Breath,” Miranda said.
    Oliva sighed. Time to put all of her humiliations out on the table. “I lost my job.”
    “I thought you’d quit,” Natalie said.
    “They asked me to quit—but that’s not all.” Olivia slumped back against the chair, taking a second