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Chapter 1

“This is all your fault” Trey Peyton glared at the owner of the big brown eyes, who couldn’t seem to care less about the wreck she’d just caused

She just blinked at him, all innocence, as if she wasn’t the reason his sensible sedan was currently nose-first in a ditch Given how fast he’d been going when he came over that hill, he was lucky he only had a flat

Sucking in a breath, he scooped a hand through his hair and searched for some calm “Oh, excuse me Where are my manners? Let me introduce myself I’m Gerald Petyon, III, CEO of Peyton Consolidated”

She ignored the hand he offered

“Never heard of it? It’s a multi-billion-dollar corporation Mostly real estate and hotels these days Though I’ve been dipping my toes into urban redevelopment and rural tourism lately Maybe you’ve seen some of the stuff my company has done in Wishful? The Babylon is a top-rated boutique hotel and spa Or al Theater since it was restored?”

His audience twitched one hip, restless

“Aies You know, that notion that billionaires only drive pretentious sports cars that cost as much as a norh ed to stay on the road when I swerved to avoid your sizable ass”

Unconcerned with the insult, the cow rass

Where had the da even come from? Trey saw the answer to that as he climbed back up to the shoulder A little way up the road, a tree branch had taken out part of the barbed wire fence Judging from the other leaf trash and sticks strewn across the road, it was evident that last night’s storm had been a doozy

“Well, Bessie, you’re about to see a billionaire change a tire” Trey circled around and popped the trunk Leaning over the ass-end of the car, he shoved his bag aside and lifted the bottom panel of the trunk

No spare

“Or maybe not Damn it”