last year, but Glen had his suspicions. Hell, he would’ve done the exact same thing if someone had laid a hand on his sister. Didn’t mean he’d give Savannah what she wanted just because she batted her pretty green eyes.
“As I said in the beginning, you’re in a sucky position, and I don’t envy you telling your cousin she’s not getting her way, but I’m staying. The only good thing about practicing law is knowing when I’m on the right side of it.”
Nate grunted and finished his beer. He slid the empty bottle over the counter, so Glen could reach it. “In that case, mate, you’d better give me another beer before I go back. She’s going to be upset.”
Glen shrugged and turned to the fridge, remembering the sexy twitch of her bottom as she stalked away from his deck this afternoon, dripping wet and mad as a cat tossed into a shower. Yep, his friend had earned his second beer, because unknown to Nate, Glen had first-hand knowledge of Savannah Payne’s reaction when she didn’t get what she wanted.
Chapter 2
Savannah had taken the news of Glen’s stubborn refusal to move quite well, all things considered. She hadn’t killed the messenger, and she hadn’t gone back to her property to give the jerk a piece of her mind. She’d nodded and said, “All right. I’ll think of something else.”
She’d slept in five-year-old Drew’s bed for the night and had driven down to Bounty Bay the next morning. Nate’s soon-to-be sister-in-law, Kathy, had given Sav the phone numbers of a few of Kathy’s relatives who might be willing to rent a fishing cabin along the coast. Then Sav had driven past the perfect solution and no longer needed to worry.
Perfect solution sorted, she was hittin’ the road back to her hideaway house in the hills.
With a quick glance in the rear view mirror, Sav turned into her driveway. Squeaks and groans made her teeth lock together, but another mirror glance reassured her she was okay. The worst was nearly over, and in a few minutes, plan Remove the Stuck-Up Lawyer would be put into action.
Expecting the man in question to come storming out onto the deck, she practiced her widest smile as her house came into view. Since the sun decided to shine this afternoon, he’d get a good view of her crimson lipstick-ed grin and cheery wave as she parked. Her smile slipped a notch. The upcoming parking bit caused her shoulder muscles to knot together. She swiped a sweaty palm down her red capri pants, which looked adorable with her cherry-red and white striped gumboots. She’d been wise enough to choose sensible footwear for Phase 1 of her plan.
Unfortunately, as she turned in to park beside his SUV, Glen wasn’t on-board with the plan. Rock music blared out of the open slider doors—the kind with screeching guitars and rhythm usually accompanied by long-haired dudes bobbing their heads like their necks were on springs.
Sav leaned forward and peered into her wing mirror.
Okay. I can do this. One perfectly executed maneuver, coming right up. She slotted the shifter into reverse and gave it a little gas, turning the wheel to the left. More creaks and groans. She jabbed her foot on the brake then coasted forward to try again. Probably just as well Glen wasn’t witnessing her first attempt. Second attempt, she hauled the wheel in the opposite direction and eureka! Success.
She flicked a glance at the opposite wing mirror as the car trundled slowly backward. Her mouth flew open a second before her gumboot slammed down on the brake. The car shuddered, a cacophony of creaks, groans and metallic squeaks erupting behind her.
Glen stood fists-on-hips in the center of the grassy area, only a few feet away from where she’d nearly backed over him. She buzzed down the window, her stomach looping into little knots as all six-foot-something of scowling male got bigger and bigger in her wing mirror.
He stopped by her open window, giving her an up-close and personal view of his leather belt and low-slung blue jeans, before he wrenched open her door.
Blue eyes flashing fire, Glen jabbed a thumb over his shoulder and growled, “What in God’s name is that?”
Savannah hauled on the parking brake and unclipped her safety belt.
“That,” she said, shoving one palm against his broad chest to push him out the way. “Is Daisy.”
The warm, hard muscle underneath the thin cotton of his tee shirt had her jerking her hand back. She covered the