Midsummer Madness
"Cody, um, I'll take over…if you want…."
Cody McIntyre didn't hear the hesitant proposition, partly because it was spoken so softly, and partly because he was glaring at the phone he'd just slammed back into its cradle. His mind was occupied with dark, murderous thoughts—thoughts that concerned the immediate and permanent elimination from the world of the "expert" from Hollywood who was supposed to have shown up in Emerald Gap the day before, and who had just called to say he wasn't going to be showing up at all.
"Cody…."
This time he heard something. "Hmm?" he asked absently, glancing at the only other person in the room, his bookkeeper, Juliet Huddleston, whom he'd known all his life. Juliet sat at the spare desk in the corner, with his midmonth payroll spread out in front of her. "You say something, Julie?"
Maybe he really should sue the bastard, Cody was thinking, though lawsuits were generally not his style. Men like Cody considered a handshake a bond—and simply cut off dealings with people who didn't.
Juliet sat on an armless swivel chair. Now she spun in the chair, until she faced him straight on. "I ... read full excerpt from: Midsummer Madness ebook
