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‘Good,’ Holly said self-righteously ‘What ure you could bust in here, scare the life out of et aith it?’ She pointed at the door ‘You turn around and get out of this house this ot that?’

‘My head hurts’

‘Good Now, get out!’

‘I need a compress And some aspirin’

‘You need a night in a jail cell,’ Holly said coldly

‘For what? Nobody’s going to arrest ahis key to open his very own door’

‘What do you mean, your very own door?’ Holly slapped her hands on her hips ‘Don’t tell me that realtor screwed up! I rented this cabin for four weeks of peace and quiet’

‘You couldn’t have This cabin isn’t—’

‘Isn’t what?’

Isn’t the realtor’s to rent, he’d almost said…but some inner voice warned hio into details about his ownership Besides, there was always the faint possibility he’d screwed up, misread the date on which Brennan Resorts assumed ownership of North Mountain

‘Isn’t what?’ she deain

Nick shrugged ‘It e’

Holly stared at him Nick had decided to spend tile reason Nick Brennan was Brennan Resorts He had half a dozen of the world’s classiest hotels to stay in, if he wanted to get away for a few days

‘My co property in the area,’ he said, as if he’d been reading her ured I e to spend the weekend in a place I knew rather than take my chances on some dinky motel’

‘Oh’ His explanation was logical, and yet it disappointed her…not that there was any reason it should have disappointed her Nick wouldn’t be here to bury his ghosts Why would he, when he didn’t have any? Holly smiled coolly ‘Well, that makes sense I mean, Mr Hotshot Brennan certainly wouldn’t want to spend his time in a place that wasn’t up to his standards, would he?’

‘Cheap shots used to be beneath you, Holly’