The High Price of Secrets

The High Price of Secrets
Yvonne Lindsay

Protecting his foster parents means everything to Finn Gallagher. So when stunning Tamsyn Masters appears on his doorstep, looking for her mother, he does what he has to do—he lies to her. It’s not as if Tamsyn hasn’t done worse. And if a harmless seduction will keep her where he wants her, why not?Now Finn has another secret… he’s falling for Tamsyn. She’s not what he thought, and time is running out.The choice is clear: Tamsyn or the truth.Because he can’t have both.

It was far too soon.

“I’ll be off then,” he said with as much control as he could muster. “I’d say thanks for the coffee, but …”

She gave a nervous laugh. “Yeah, I know. Thank you for coming over and checking the hot water for me.”

“No problem. If you like, I can call in tomorrow and show you how to use the espresso machine.”

“I’d like that,” she replied, following him as he went out the front door.

She stayed there on the front verandah, her hands shoved into the pockets of her jeans, watching while he executed a neat turn and headed down the drive.

A sense of anticipation stole over him. Getting to know Tamsyn Masters better was proving to be more challenging than he’d expected.

And more appealing. Far, far more appealing.

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The High Price of Secrets is part of The Master Vinters series:

Tangled vines, tangled lives.

The High Price of Secrets

Yvonne Lindsay

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

New Zealand born, to Dutch immigrant parents, YVONNE LINDSAY became an avid romance reader at the age of thirteen. Now, married to her “blind date” and with two fabulous children, she remains a firm believer in the power of romance. Yvonne feels privileged to be able to bring to her readers the stories of her heart. In her spare time, when not writing, she can be found with her nose firmly in a book, reliving the power of love in all walks of life. She can be contacted via her website, www.yvonnelindsay.com.

This book is dedicated to my wonderful readers and fans who give me a reason for writing every single day. Please know I appreciate you all.

Contents

Chapter One (#u62fff963-5f77-53af-859e-a6a5fcb3ddc2)

Chapter Two (#u6ca0f064-37c1-5091-b4f9-58803b8292b7)

Chapter Three (#uaf180cb7-5c08-5e14-a3b6-80131947bc52)

Chapter Four (#u946a7af0-8832-5740-90b3-ff33265d8707)

Chapter Five (#uc18d90f5-1c50-520e-88af-d8c9328130d8)

Chapter Six (#u5c0f0adc-3837-59dd-8b33-0efe7d08ee49)

Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Sixteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seventeen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eighteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Nineteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty-One (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty-Two (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty-Three (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty-Four (#litres_trial_promo)

One

“What do you mean you quit? It’s only four and a half weeks to Christmas! We’re so busy with guests and functions that we can barely move. Look, let’s talk about it. If you’re not happy, we can work around that. Find you something else to do.”

Tamsyn sighed inwardly. Find her something else to do. Sure, that would solve how she felt right now—not. She couldn’t blame her brother, Ethan, for wanting to make things right for her. He’d done it all her life, after all. But this situation was beyond his fixing. That was why she’d needed to get away.

A holiday was something she’d been thinking about for a while. Working at The Masters, which in addition to being their family home was a vineyard and winery with luxury cottage accommodation on the outskirts of Adelaide in South Australia, hadn’t given her any satisfaction for a very long time. She’d been restless, feeling as if she didn’t really fit in anymore—at work, at home, in her family, even in her engagement.

The debacle of the night before had only proven just how right she was.

“Ethan, I can’t talk about it. I’m in New Zealand.”

“You’re in New Zealand? I thought you were staying here in Adelaide with Trent last night,” Ethan’s incredulity was clear as it transmitted through the hands-free kit in her rental car.