Excerpt:
“You’re a sadistic bastard, you
know that?”
Eliza Lyons huffed, annoyed with
Craig and annoyed with the damn key card she inserted for the fifth damn time
into the slot. Finally she got that green light. With a triumphant sound, she
pushed opened the hotel room door and jerked her suitcase behind her.
Naturally, Craig followed.
“For what?” Craig Grant looked
entirely too relaxed for the conversation she was about to have with him. Relaxed
and smug, she thought as the door banged closed behind him. “For telling
you the truth?”
“For taking pleasure in
telling me the truth,” she shot back.
As she snapped around to look at
Craig, who didn’t seem ready to leave anytime soon, Eliza caught a glimpse of
herself in the mirror over the dresser. Great. Her hair, currently copper,
looked like she’d taken style advice from a porcupine. She closed her eyes and
reached for a well of sanity she knew had to lurk somewhere inside. With a
sigh, she dropped her purse on one of the beds and abandoned her suitcase in
the middle of the room.
Digging into a pocket for a hair
band, she turned and tried to ignore Craig leaning against the wall. His arms
crossed over his ridiculously muscular chest, one eyebrow raised over very dark
brown eyes that watched her with amusement, and his dark hair was perfectly
styled. No one should look that good.
Not even in the Hamptons.
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