Page 17 of Love, Lies, and Celtic Knots

“Didn’t expect to see you here,” I say, crossing my arms. “What brings you back to Pelican Point?” I’ve reviewed the wines from her winery in Texas and her biography on Sapphire’s website stated she’s from this town. In a million years I never thought I’d see her here, though. I also know that there’s history between her and Ryan, although I don’t know what that history entails. This is no mere coincidence. She’s up to something and Ryan will not like this.

She gives me a coy smile, one that doesn’t reach her eyes. “Business, of course. I’m just here checking on a few potential investments.”

I glance at the business owners, their expressions wary as they watch our exchange. “You mean you’re trying to buy out these local shops?” It’s something she does…buys property at a basement level price, knocks it all down and redevelops that site, essentially stealing it from small business owners.

Candace’s smile widens. “Just exploring opportunities, Miles. Nothing official yet.”

I don’t buy it. Candace has always been cutthroat when it comes to acquisitions, and if she’s here, that means Sapphire Development is trying to expand or take over. But what caught my attention was the specific location—right across from Celtic Knot. This isn’t a coincidence. She’s making moves to either surround or challenge Brennen’s winery.

The business owners exchange uneasy glances, clearly unsure of what to do.

“Do you really think selling your businesses is in your best interest?” I ask them directly, ignoring Candace’s warning look. “Pelican Point thrives on its local culture and small businesses. If you let outsiders take over, you’ll lose what makes this town so special.”

The guy who looks like the owner of the small café steps forward, his face creased with concern and his apron covered in flour. “We’ve been struggling lately. Miss Prescott made a generous offer.”

“And you’ll regret it,” I say bluntly. “Her offers always come with strings attached and at a lesser value than the property is worth. Don’t let her take advantage of your situation.”

Candace’s smile finally fades, replaced by a cool glare. “You’re out of line, Miles.”

“Maybe,” I say, meeting her gaze without flinching. “But I’m not wrong.”

Candace narrows her eyes but says nothing. Instead, she turns to the business owners and gives them a tight smile. “Think it over. My offer is good for the next seven days.”

With that, she struts away, her heels clicking on the pavement as she disappears down the street.

I turn back to the business owners, who seem unsure of what to do. “Don’t rush into anything,” I tell them. “Take your time. This town needs you.”

They nod, muttering their thanks before heading back to their shops. I watch them go, my mind racing. If Candace is buying up property around Celtic Knot, that means she’s planning something big. And whatever it is, it’s not going to be good for Brennen or Ryan.

I need to find out more about her plan—and fast.

Chapter 8

Emma

My heart is pounding as I pace in front of the mirror, anticipation mixing with a healthy dose of nerves for my date tonight with Miles. My hands tremble slightly as I adjust the straps of my little black dress. The dress is a classic, accentuating my curves and making me feel sexy as hell, giving me the confidence I need.

I take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing thoughts. The table is set with fine china and candles, creating an intimate atmosphere. I even grabbed a rare vintage wine from my brother's winery, a special occasion bottle that would pair perfectly with the seafood dish I have prepared.

The sound of a car engine rumbling outside my beachside cottage makes my stomach flip. Miles is early. I quickly check my appearance one last time, ensuring my makeup is flawless and my hair is perfectly in place. With a final spritz of perfume, I take a deep breath and open the door.

He’s standing on my doorstep, looking just as devilishly handsome as he did the other night at the bar. His brown hair is windswept, and his intense brown eyes lock with mine. His tall, muscular frame fills the doorway, making me feel petite and delicate in comparison.

"Hey," I say, my voice a little shaky. "I, um, thought we could stay in tonight. I've made dinner."

His eyes light up with surprise and delight. "Emma, you didn't have to go to all this trouble. I thought we were going out."

I bite my lip, feeling a little nervous about my reasoning. "I know, but I’d rather not be seen around this small town with the wine critic who’s reviewing my brother’s winery."

Miles closes in, taking my hands in his. "I get it." He brushes his lips against mine, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. "Now, let me see what you've cooked up."

I lead him into the kitchen, my heart fluttering with excitement and a hint of anxiety. The kitchen is my domain, but cooking for Miles feels like a whole new challenge…a domestic one. The air is filled with the aroma of garlic, butter, and herbs, a sensory delight that makes my mouth water. I made seared scallops with a lemon-butter sauce, a dish I have perfected over the years.

"Wow, this looks and smells incredible," Miles says, his eyes sparkling with appreciation. "I can't believe you did all this. I can’t seem to perfect peanut butter and jelly."

"I wanted to impress you," I confessed, my cheeks flushing as I hand him a glass of wine. "I know you're used to fine dining, but I thought a home-cooked meal would be more... intimate for a weary traveler."

Miles pulls me into his arms, his strong embrace making me feel safe and desired all at once. "Mission accomplished." His lips find my neck, and he kisses the sensitive skin, sending shivers down my spine. "And I have to admit, the thought of you cooking for me is incredibly sexy."

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