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CHAPTER FOUR (#ulink_109ee956-4172-5b0e-a94b-d7c76898bb85)

UNDER ORDINARY CIRCUMSTANCES, Andy would have just called someone—Dorothy most likely—to take this man to her father’s office, or in a pinch, taken him there herself.

But there was something about him, something that made her uneasy. And it wasn’t because he was probably the best-looking man she’d ever seen. Her brothers-in-law, Wyatt and Shane, and her future brother-in-law, Mike, were all very striking men, but this stranger had an almost classic air about him. A layer of polish that was impossible to miss.

At the same time, the stranger made her feel as if she needed to protect her father from him, despite the fact that she hadn’t a clue as to why the man wanted to see her father.

For all she knew, her dad might have won the lottery and this man was here to present him with a lump-sum check.

But she strongly doubted it.

Prepared to stare him down, barring his path and access to the rest of the inn until she had her answers, Andy heard a noise behind her.

A whiff of Alex’s perfume preceded her sister a moment before Andy heard Alex ask, “Is there a problem here?”

“I certainly hope not,” the tall blond stranger said politely, and then he smiled at Alex. “Maybe you can help me. I’m looking for Richard Roman.”

“I believe he’s in his office at the moment,” Alex said, sliding onto the stool behind the reception desk. “Andy, why don’t you bring this gentleman to Dad’s office?”

Andy didn’t move a muscle. “Is he expecting you?”

“I really don’t think so,” he replied, unfazed by the challenge in her voice and body language.

Just as she’d thought. The man was probably a pushy real estate agent. It wouldn’t be the first time a developer had attempted to buy the inn out from under them. She and her sisters all loved the inn, but to her father, it was a living, breathing entity, a piece of his heritage. The inn was part of him.

The suit this stranger had on was expensive. Obviously he was good at what he did.

Andy didn’t trust him a whit.

“Then why don’t you give me your name and number and I’ll have my father call you at his convenience,” she suggested.

“Andy, that’s not how Dad does business,” Alex chided. “I’m sorry. She’s still rather new at all this.”

“I understand,” he replied, offering a smile that went a long way to lighting up the immediate area.

“I’m glad you do, but I’m afraid I don’t—we don’t,” Andy said stubbornly, slanting an annoyed glance in Alex’s direction. “Now, if you’re not going to tell us why you want to see my father, I’m afraid we’re going to have to go back to plan B.”

“Which is?” the stranger asked gamely.

“You giving us your name and my father calling you when he has the time,” she repeated.

Andy didn’t care for the look that came over the man’s features. As if he knew something she didn’t. “Trust me, he’ll want to make time for this,” he assured her.

That was when she noticed that he was carrying a briefcase. A briefcase that he now patted.

The pieces came together in her head. “You’re a lawyer, aren’t you?”

His smile was incredibly sensual. Andy didn’t know which annoyed her more, his amusement or his sensuality.

“What makes you say that?” he asked.

He didn’t bother denying that he was a lawyer. “Because only a lawyer could get under my skin this fast.”

Her eyes narrowed as she considered the stranger from an entirely different perspective. Now he wasn’t just an annoying person who wouldn’t give her his name, he represented a possible problem, the nature of which was still unclear.

“What’s this all about?”

“Currently, it’s about you not letting me see your father,” he replied calmly.

“He’s a very busy man,” Andy informed the guy coldly. She was aware that Alex was staring at her, but she ignored her sister. “We can’t just let anyone waltz in and interrupt what he’s doing. Now either state your business or give me your card and I’ll have him—”

“Give me a call at his convenience, yes, you’ve already covered that,” the lawyer said, clearly tiring of this game.

Well, he was the one who started the cat-and-mouse by not giving them his name. It was the oddest way to request a business meeting she’d ever heard of.

“I assure you that your father is definitely going to want to talk to me, Miss Roman. My name is MacArthur. Logan MacArthur.”

Andy glared at all six foot two of the man.

The lawyer cast an impeccable silhouette, and if she knew anything about clothes—and she did—the suit the man had on was roughly equal in price to her entire wardrobe.

He seemed to be someone born to privilege. Andy had an instinctive reaction to people who behaved that way.

She didn’t like them.

He looked her right in the eye. “Now may I see your father?”

“No,” Andy answered.

Her answer surprised her sister. The expression on Logan MacArthur’s face was impossible to read.

“Now you can tell me what this is all about and why you want to talk to him.”

“Is she always this protective?” Logan asked, turning to Alex.

“I don’t know,” Alex confessed with a vague shrug. “Most of the time she’s in school.”

Andy’s eyes blazed. She didn’t care for the way Alex’s reply reduced her to the state of an adolescent whose actions had no logic.

“Are you always this secretive?” she challenged MacArthur. Something was off, she could feel it. Why was he being so cagy?

Alex had had enough. “Andy, watch the desk. I’ll take Mr. MacArthur to Dad’s office.”

Andy frowned. Every step was an effort for Alex these past few weeks and seeing her ponderously make her way to the back of the inn would be an oppressive weight on her conscience.

Andy blew out a beleaguered breath. “You stay where you are, Alex,” she said curtly. “I’ll take him.”

Alex shifted off the stool and motioned Andy over.