Taking Over The Tycoon

Kristy shot him a wry look. “Gee. You think?”

He straightened. “What would you like me to do?”

Stop standing there as if you were my white knight, riding in to the rescue, she thought. But not about to say that, she brushed past him purposefully and headed for the end of the reservations desk. “Besides leave me alone and stop badgering me about selling the resort?”

He followed her through the swinging wooden door that separated guests from the check-in clerk. “I won’t say another word,” he promised as he caught up and fell into step beside her.

Kristy narrowed her eyes at him. If she didn’t know better, she would think she wasn’t hearing right.

“I’m serious, Kristy,” Connor insisted softly. He reached out and gently clasped her upper arm, stopping her headlong flight. “I’d like to help you.”

She folded her arms and regarded him skeptically. “Why?”

Once again the agenda he wasn’t quite willing to reveal to her—in its entirety, anyway—became part of their conversation. Connor rubbed his chin and sent her a playful grin. “Because I’m trying to get on your good side?”

Telling herself she was not going to get involved with a man who deliberately kept things from her—hadn’t she already done that once, with disastrous results?—Kristy responded, “Not possible.”

He merely smiled, looking every bit as determined to have his way in this as she was to have hers.

Which brought them to another subject Kristy knew they had to discuss. “Also, while we are on the subject of you helping me out…”

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