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Chapter Four

William

Maisy Kincaid is toopretty for her own good. Hell, she’s too pretty for my own good too.

Max and I are renovating one of the empty shops downtown when my unwanted house guest breezes in with my lunch.

“I made you both sandwiches and a salad,” she says, setting the bag down on the counter.

I didn’t tell her where I was going to be today. I guess she drove around until she found my truck.

That’s what I’m going with.

I climb down the ladder, my eyes running over her body. I can’t help it. She’s wearing a long dress under her open coat, but it’s tight and shows off her curves perfectly.

Max comes out of the backroom before I can get rid of her.

She thrusts out her hand to my brother. “Hi, I’m Maisy. I’m William’s housekeeper.”

Max raises his eyebrows at me. Then he gets the biggest shit-eating grin. “It’s very nice to meet you,” he says, shaking her hand. “I’m Max, his brother. I didn’t realize my brother needed a housekeeper.” He’s loving this. I should have just told him about her earlier this morning. Now it seems like I was hiding something. “William is usually the neat Duke. The rest of us are slobs.”

He smiles, looking at me.

I glare at him.

Maisy laughs. “Well, it’s just temporary. You’re the mayor, right?” She takes in his tattoos and his general appearance. “Tempest must be very progressive.”

“Interim mayor until the next election.”

She fans her face with her hand. “Well you’ve got my vote, Mayor McHottie.”

“You should get going,” I say gruffly. “We need to finish up here.”

I don’t have to look at Max to know he’s laughing his ass off.

“What happened to the previous mayor?” Maisy asks, ignoring my rude demand for her to leave.

Max peeks into the lunch bag on the counter and hums appreciatively. “He can’t do the job from his prison cell.”

“Oh, wow,” she says.

“Tempest is where we grew up,” my brother tells her like I’m not standing here fuming. “My fiancee owns the bookstore. Do you like books?”

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