Author: Chloe Lang
Category: Young Adult
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She was so tempted to look back at him but instead took a forkful of Lucy’s apple pie. The bite exploded with sweet deliciousness in her mouth.
She closed her eyes, relishing the taste.
How long had it been since she had any real food? Days. She’d been living on chips and off-brand sodas for the whole trip. Before that, mostly ramen noodles.
Lucy was right about having dessert first. The filling of the pie definitely hadn’t come from a can. This was homemade goodness through and through.
Famished, she took another bite, closing her eyes again. The luscious treat slid down her throat, warming her insides up and helping her body relax. God, she needed rest in the worst way. As she chewed on the yumminess with total abandon, exhaustion wrapped its sleepy fingers around every cell in her body. She and Granny Gremlin would need to find a place to hole up for the night. Shouldn’t be hard to find in these rural parts.
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“Megan, are you okay?” Phoebe asked, pulling her from her dreamy state.
She opened her eyes and saw three other pairs staring at her. Her cheeks flamed hot from embarrassment. Crawling under the booth’s table seemed like a good idea at the moment.
“I’m fine,” she said, noting how tiny her voice came out.
“You were moaning,” Scott said. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
Moaning? She placed the fork on the half-eaten pie’s plate. Her pulse was racing in her veins. “Just eating Lucy’s pie. It’s delicious.”
“We know.” Eric’s eyelids were narrowed. “We’ve had her pie. When was the last time you ate, Megan?”
Why was he asking her that? Was it to get more information to use against her next Tuesday? She wasn’t about to give him what he wanted. “Should you and I be talking, Mr. Knight? Phoebe, didn’t you just tell them to go through you?”
“I did, but I think his question is valid.” Her attorney’s eyes were filled with obvious concern. “You look like you’re about to drop, Megan.”
“Did you drive straight here from Texas?” Scott asked, sliding into the booth next to her.
The Knights were clearly used to people answering their questions and following their orders. They were billionaire moguls. Why wouldn’t they? But she didn’t work for them. Kip had. Kip. The male gender was a mystery to her. She was an idiot when it came to men, but no more. She’d steered clear for five years. These two weren’t going to get her off track.
“That’s none of you or your brother’s concern. If you’ll excuse me, I need to get something out of my car. Will you let me out?”
Scott didn’t move, but remained so close to her she could feel the heat from his body. Eric did move, sliding into the booth opposite her and Scott.
Phoebe remained standing at the edge of the table, but her eyes never moved, remaining locked to Megan’s. “Don’t tell me you drove straight here in that sorry excuse of a car of yours?”
“Okay. I won’t.” Her nerves were frayed. Whose wouldn’t be? The two men who wanted to take the only thing she had left in the world—her mother’s house—were hemming her in. “Mr. Knight,” she said to Scott. “Will you please move so I can get out of this booth?”
He shook his head. “You’re about to drop, aren’t you?”
“Scoot over, Eric,” Phoebe said. When he did, she moved into the seat next to him. “From Dallas to Destiny has to be at least a fifteen-hour drive.”
Megan didn’t correct Phoebe that it was actually seventeen. She was already uncomfortable with all the attention she was getting from everyone. “I’m fine. Really I am.”
“Everything okay over here?” Lucy placed two plates on the table. The smell of the enormous cheeseburgers made Megan’s mouth water. The piles of shoestring fries next to each sandwich were just as tempting.
“No, it isn’t.” Megan’s heart was thudding fast in her chest and her jitters and fatigue had mingled into a heady brew just shy of bravery but spot-on defiance. “These two men are bothering us. Can you have them removed from our booth, please?”
“I see,” Lucy said with a grin and wink. “We might need to talk to Sheriff Wolfe. He’s at the counter. Would you like me to get him, dear?”
The woman’s mocking tone wasn’t lost on her, but she didn’t care. “Yes. Please.” As Lucy turned to go to the local lawman, Megan looked at Phoebe. “Perhaps I should represent myself, Phoebe. You seem to be a little too chummy with these two.”
Scott chuckled. “She’s got fire.”
“Guts, too.” Eric’s already-too-beautiful face became even more so when his manly lips curled up into the most mind-blowing smile she’d ever seen. He reached across the table and touched the back of her hand. “You need food and rest, Megan. We have an offer I think you’ll like, but we can talk about it later. After.”
“After what?” she snapped, pulling her hand into her lap. Why was she reacting so strongly to him, pushing him away? Sure, they were acting nicey-nice
now, but what about the lawsuit? Eric and Scott were her enemies, not her friends. If what happened with Kip taught her anything, she knew there was only one person she could count on. Herself. Megan. No one else. Phoebe had been sweet, but that didn’t mean a damn thing in the long run. Kip had been sweet, charming, and more. She would never forget how that turned out. Phoebe was not a friend. Eric and Scott were men, the gender she really would never trust again. Never, never, never.