A Decent Proposal

Could be someone else, but she had a feeling it wasn’t. Just thinking his name made her heart beat a little faster. She took a deep breath then turned to face him. “Hi.”

“Hi, yourself.”

“I’m guessing you didn’t see the sign.”

One corner of his mouth quirked up. “You mean the one about customers not being allowed in the service area?”

“That would be the one.”

“It’s a liability issue and I don’t plan on having an accident, let alone filing a lawsuit against your business.”

“Good to know.”

He moved closer and pulled her into his arms, then lowered his mouth to hers. The sudden and unexpected intimacy sucked the air from her lungs and started her pulse racing. His lips were soft, so soft, and she felt herself sinking into the kiss in spite of the warning her brain was trying to send that she shouldn’t respond.

He cupped the side of her face in his palm and brushed his thumb over her cheek, caressing, mesmerizing, tempting. The sound of a tricked-out truck roaring by on the street brought her to her senses, reminding her where she was.

She pulled back, hoping he wouldn’t see that his kiss had affected her, made her tremble from head to toe. Brushing her dirty hands over her equally dirty work shirt and pants, she said, “I’m greasy. It’s going to get all over those expensive clothes you’re wearing.”

He glanced down at his slacks and sports shirt and shrugged. “A devoted boyfriend doesn’t care about things like that.”

Speaking in the third person was a dead giveaway that he wasn’t talking about himself. And for some reason that kiss had felt a lot like a giant “take that,” as if he was trying to make a point to someone. “Why did you kiss me?”

“Your father’s watching.”

“How do you know?”

“I stopped in the office. He told me where to find you and warned me about customers in the service bay.”

Syd peeked past him and saw that it was true. Tom McKnight was looking at them through the window of his office. It was so tempting to wave, but she held back. Make it look real and natural, she reminded herself. The man’s future happiness was at stake.

She looked up at Burke. “I have to say again that you’re very good at role-playing.”

“It’s a gift.” His face had faux humility all over it.

“I didn’t expect to see you here.” But she was happy he’d stopped by, a thought that was something to rationalize later.

“I just met your uncle.”

“Oh?”

He nodded. “I went to the county building services office about permits for the resort. Turns out he handles that sort of thing.”

In the brief time she’d known Burke Holden, Syd had grown accustomed to his easygoing manner. It was missing in action at the moment.

“And?” she asked.

“Several things, actually.” He smiled but there was no amusement in his eyes. “Sally Gardiner wanted to know if we’re an item.”

So the rumor mill was already grinding out information. It was good when a plan came together. “Don’t keep me in suspense. What did you tell her?”

“That you and I are in the process of getting acquainted. She would have to make the determination about whether or not we’re item-worthy.”

“Good answer.”

“Thank you.”

“What else happened?” she asked. He’d said there were several things.

“Your uncle John warned me that if I hurt you the process for obtaining building permits would be significantly longer than I’d been led to believe.”

“Did he actually say that in so many words?”

“Not exactly. It was more of a general implication.”

So he had more skin in the game now. That’s why he’d kissed her as if there was something at stake. “I’m sorry, Burke—”

“It would have been helpful if I’d known you were related to the man in charge of signing off on building permits.”

She heard the annoyance in his voice and chalked it up to him not liking surprises. Couldn’t blame the man for that. They weren’t her favorite thing, either.