Her Name Is Trouble: A small-town contemporary romance (The Daimsbury Chronicles Book 2) Read Online Free
they need only add Luke’s mother, Evelyn Morelli, and Jenny Fortenberry who owned the local sell-everything shop, to the mix and the circle would be complete. Oh yes, and Ben, too, who loved a good drama. Surprising how Jari, who hailed from India, didn’t have any affinity with Bollywood-type shenanigans.
She gulped back her disgust at such shameless tittle-tattle and sent a beaming smile Mrs. Murphy’s way. The old hag hated her with a vengeance, because Missy never let her get to the bottom of her history so the woman had no juicy tidbit on her. If she knew the truth...
A twinge of remorse pinched her heart—Luke stood in that predicament because of her. She really should go apologize.
“He wasn’t hurt too much?” she asked.
“Janice said he had a broken toe, but it broke real good so he’s now on crutches.”
Sadie gasped. “But that’s horrible! How will the poor lad get on with his work? He is supposed to be in New York next week, something to do with a new campaign the owners of Sinners&Saints will be starting.”
The mention of her father’s company got her attention. Missy forced her interest down; the minute these two realised her ears had perked up, they’d be over her like sharks smelling blood.
In all her time away from Texas, she hadn’t even once looked up anything about TnT Industries . She’d run away from that life and wanted no reminder of what she’d escaped. Her father had been pushing her to marry that idiot, Blake Townsend, whom he’d singled out as his future right-hand man, and Missy—Iris Ann—was supposed to simply be a docile, Southern belle trophy wife on his arm. Why the hell had she worked so hard to acquire an MBA from Harvard at barely twenty-two? She was his heir, and this being the twenty-first century—never mind that she hadn’t wanted to—she should’ve been allowed to take over his company.
Her mother had told her to stop throwing tantrums—because asking to be treated as a woman with a brain amounted to a tantrum!—and to trust her father who “knew best.”
Like hell he did... Blake had already been preening like a peacock, thinking his marriage to her a done deal. She’d reached the end of her tether, and had sought out the most notorious bad boy from their circles and told him to take her away. Colton Maxwell had always seen her like a sister, so she’d been safe with him. But even he treated her like an airhead with a pretty face and no substance.
Except for Luke Morelli, no man had given any consideration to her thoughts and feelings...
And he was as much a part of her past as TnT Industries . She squirmed as the need to know what brewed in the ranks of the family company tickled her. As long as she’d kept the Texas Taylors out of her thoughts, she’d been able to ignore them and everything happening in their entourage.
But like the bite of a tick, this itch refused to go...and she yearned to find out what that oh-so-important campaign could be.
She could go online and find out...and then be tempted to dig up more about her parents, how they were doing. No, that would open the door wide for her to cave in and call them to hear their voices. They’d run her over again, no doubt. Breaking away without a trace had been all about finding herself, and she hadn’t acquired solid-enough footing yet to be her own person and refuse to be shaped into what they wanted her to be.
Still, the urge to know wouldn’t leave her, and she craved to find out what went on behind the scenes at TnT .
Missy stifled a gasp when a realisation slid in.
She had a perfect source right here—Luke would know what brewed. How to get him to talk to her, though?
Put on your big girl panties, sugar. She’d have to use every ounce of the Southern charm she’d fought hard to stifle ever since leaving Texas. Luke Morelli wouldn’t know what hit him.
And she had an apology to deliver, too, in the process.
Chapter Three
Armed with a basket full of
She gulped back her disgust at such shameless tittle-tattle and sent a beaming smile Mrs. Murphy’s way. The old hag hated her with a vengeance, because Missy never let her get to the bottom of her history so the woman had no juicy tidbit on her. If she knew the truth...
A twinge of remorse pinched her heart—Luke stood in that predicament because of her. She really should go apologize.
“He wasn’t hurt too much?” she asked.
“Janice said he had a broken toe, but it broke real good so he’s now on crutches.”
Sadie gasped. “But that’s horrible! How will the poor lad get on with his work? He is supposed to be in New York next week, something to do with a new campaign the owners of Sinners&Saints will be starting.”
The mention of her father’s company got her attention. Missy forced her interest down; the minute these two realised her ears had perked up, they’d be over her like sharks smelling blood.
In all her time away from Texas, she hadn’t even once looked up anything about TnT Industries . She’d run away from that life and wanted no reminder of what she’d escaped. Her father had been pushing her to marry that idiot, Blake Townsend, whom he’d singled out as his future right-hand man, and Missy—Iris Ann—was supposed to simply be a docile, Southern belle trophy wife on his arm. Why the hell had she worked so hard to acquire an MBA from Harvard at barely twenty-two? She was his heir, and this being the twenty-first century—never mind that she hadn’t wanted to—she should’ve been allowed to take over his company.
Her mother had told her to stop throwing tantrums—because asking to be treated as a woman with a brain amounted to a tantrum!—and to trust her father who “knew best.”
Like hell he did... Blake had already been preening like a peacock, thinking his marriage to her a done deal. She’d reached the end of her tether, and had sought out the most notorious bad boy from their circles and told him to take her away. Colton Maxwell had always seen her like a sister, so she’d been safe with him. But even he treated her like an airhead with a pretty face and no substance.
Except for Luke Morelli, no man had given any consideration to her thoughts and feelings...
And he was as much a part of her past as TnT Industries . She squirmed as the need to know what brewed in the ranks of the family company tickled her. As long as she’d kept the Texas Taylors out of her thoughts, she’d been able to ignore them and everything happening in their entourage.
But like the bite of a tick, this itch refused to go...and she yearned to find out what that oh-so-important campaign could be.
She could go online and find out...and then be tempted to dig up more about her parents, how they were doing. No, that would open the door wide for her to cave in and call them to hear their voices. They’d run her over again, no doubt. Breaking away without a trace had been all about finding herself, and she hadn’t acquired solid-enough footing yet to be her own person and refuse to be shaped into what they wanted her to be.
Still, the urge to know wouldn’t leave her, and she craved to find out what went on behind the scenes at TnT .
Missy stifled a gasp when a realisation slid in.
She had a perfect source right here—Luke would know what brewed. How to get him to talk to her, though?
Put on your big girl panties, sugar. She’d have to use every ounce of the Southern charm she’d fought hard to stifle ever since leaving Texas. Luke Morelli wouldn’t know what hit him.
And she had an apology to deliver, too, in the process.
Chapter Three
Armed with a basket full of
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