Page 23 of The Holiday Clause
“Very funny.”
“I don’t know if you’re his type. He asked me out.”
Greyson’s shoulders tensed, but he played off his concern. “You should go.”
All bravado left her face and her cocky expression fell. “Are you serious?”
“Why not?”
“Since when are you supportive of me having a love life?”
“I’ve never been unsupportive?—“
She scoffed. “Bull. Shit. It’s your fault I’m single!”
He drew back. “You can’t pin that on me.”
“Oh, yes, I can. All my life, you’ve scared off anything with a penis that tried to get within two feet of me.”
“That’s not true.”
“Greyson, you know that’s one hundred percent true. Even today, when Noah tried to get by, you barely moved in an attempt to intimidate him.”
“Who’s Noah.”
“The guy from my class!”
“If he can’t figure his way out of a door, he’s probably bad at other things.”
“You know what? Forget it. You’re right. The only reason I’m single is completely my fault. You had nothing to do with it.”
“As if anyone could have that sort of control over you, Wren.”
She gaped at him. “You’re unbelievable.” Reaching into her back pocket, she pulled out her phone.
“What are you doing?”
“Calling your brother.”
“For what?”
She waved her phone around, trying to find a signal. “Maybe I will take them up on their proposals.”
She was bluffing.
“You should.”
“You’re right. I mean, if you guys sell off the company, the estate could go next. Where would that leave me? The Haven needs to be surrounded by nature. I can’t have a bunch of box stores and cookie-cutter houses cropping up in my backyard.”
Shit. That was a good point. He didn’t want that for her either. Most of the backwoods acreage was Hawthorne land, but they gave The Haven full access to the trails, allowing the guests to do whatever tree-huggers did out in the woods.
“You wouldn’t lose the woods,” he promised. No matter what happened with the fishery and his family, he’d make sure her woods were safe.
“Still, a girl needs to protect her interests.” She swiped her thumb over the screen of her phone. “Who should I call, Soren or Logan?”
She was still at this? Fine. He could play along with her little charade. “Does it make a difference?”
“Not really, since this is all about money and contracts. The sex should be interesting.” She flicked her thumb over her contact list.
