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offer her even the slightest ounce of respect. “He’s not dead, thank goodness. We’re … divorced.”

      Logan contemplated her for a second. “Short marriage. Was Gordon Gregory smart enough to get a prenup?”

      “Not that it’s any of your business, but I was the one who demanded it.”

      Logan leaned back in his chair and laughed. “You don’t fool me, Sophia. You’re just like your mother.”

      “Thank you. I’ll take that as a compliment. My mother was an amazing woman.”

      The smile left Logan’s face. He came forward in his seat to brace his hands on the desk. Serious now, he stared straight into her eyes. “Look, I’ll make you a deal. I’m willing to buy out your half of the lodge. You won’t have to stay on and run the place for a year. I can have my attorney get around that stipulation somehow. I’m prepared to make you a mighty generous offer.”

      “No.”

      “You don’t want to know the amount?” He had a pen in hand, ready to write down a sum.

      “No amount of money will do.”

      Logan didn’t seem convinced. He shrugged, and thought she was negotiating. “Let’s cut to the chase, Sophia. I’ll pay you twice what it’s worth.”

      He took a knife and stabbed her in the heart with that offer. He wanted to get rid of her, and now she knew just how much. But she wouldn’t allow that to stop her. She had legal rights to the lodge and no matter what he offered, Sophia wasn’t going to leave. “No. I’m staying. I will run Sunset Lodge.”

      Sunset Ranch had been her home for twelve years. She’d loved living at the cottage next to the lodge. It was the only place she’d ever wanted to live. The only place she’d ever regarded as her home. And she wasn’t about to let Logan Slade run her off.

      She would stay.

      And she would be as successful a manager as her mother had been.

      “Now please, Logan. Hand over the keys.”

      Logan walked Sophia outside to her car. The old dented Camry looked the worse for wear with nearly bald tires and paint getting thin. The scrap of metal was fifteen years old if it was a day. Hardly the kind of wheels he expected a Las Vegas showgirl who’d been married to a loaded old geezer to drive.

      He held on to the cottage keys, wishing his dang father hadn’t seen fit to put Sophia in his will. She was too beautiful, too perfect. Every feature on her face was flawless. She had golden eyes, inky black hair and skin that glowed in the Nevada sunshine. She was the kind of woman that made men do stupid things. He didn’t want to think about what kind of trouble she would stir up around here. His men would bend over backward for her, he was sure. They’d done the same for Louisa. All that woman had to do was smile pretty, and the ranch hands would do her bidding. She’d had them eating out of the palm of her hand.

      Sophia had grown into the spitting image of her mother and then some. In fact, Logan hated to admit it but Sophia Montrose was even more stunning than her mother had been.

      “So, refresh my memory. Why in hell do you want to live way out here with the dust and the flies and horse dung?”

      Sophia rolled her eyes, and the deep breath she sucked in lifted her ample chest, stretching the material of her dress to its limit. Logan’s groin tightened. He didn’t like his immediate reaction to her one damn bit.

      “Sunset Ranch was my home, too, Logan. For twelve years of my life. It was a happy time, and I loved working alongside my mother at the lodge, which—thanks to your father’s kindness—is half mine now. So why would I not want to live here?”

      Logan rubbed the back of his neck. He still didn’t get why his father put Sophia Montrose in his will. “It’s hardly an exciting life.”

      Sophia repeated his words. “It’s hardly an exciting life.”

      Logan’s brows lifted. “You telling me you didn’t like living in Las Vegas? A woman like you?”

      Sophia narrowed her eyes. “You have no idea who I am, Logan.”

      He knew she was the kind of woman who wasn’t above sleeping with an old man to get her hands on his money. The old codger must have come to his senses before she cleaned him out, prenup or not.

      “I can’t change the past,” she said. “But I’m here to make a life for myself.”

      “On Slade land.”

      “Yes, on Slade land. Now, are you going to keep jingling those keys in front of me or are you going to hand them over?”

      Logan looked at the keys in his hand. “No one has lived there since you left.”

      Sophia’s brows gathered. “Are you saying that the cottage is exactly the same?”

      He nodded. “My father wouldn’t allow anyone else to live there. Another victory for Louisa. You can bet that decision didn’t set well with my mother. I used to hear them fighting about it late at night.”

      “That’s hardly my mother’s fault. Or mine, for that matter.”

      “You’ll have to let the current manager at the lodge go.”

      Sophia met his smug stare. “Go? What do you mean?”

      “I mean, she’s out of a job now. The thing of it is, Sophia, you’re going to replace her as manager. Last I checked the place can’t have two full-time managers. Mrs. Polanski has to be notified.”

      “You don’t honestly expect me to go in there and fire her, do you?”

      “Well, if you don’t want to, she can stay on and I’ll buy you out. That’ll solve your problem.”

      Sophia crossed her arms under her breasts and glared at him. “You go straight to hell.”

      Logan grinned. He couldn’t help it. He’d succeeded in rankling her. Up until this point, she’d been a cool customer. But he’d be darned if the woman didn’t just get prettier with her face heating up and her eyes shooting sparks. “I’m just telling you like it is, Sophia. Mrs. Polanski has managed the place going on eight years now. She’s good and the guests like her.”

      “And you left it up to me to fire her. How sweet of you.”

      “Something has to give. It seems my father didn’t think of everything when he gave away our lodge.”

      “I only have half ownership. He didn’t give it all away.”

      “I bet you wish he had.”

      She lifted her perfectly sculpted chin and replied without pause. “Yes, sure. I wish I had full ownership.”

      Logan eyed her. He hadn’t expected her to admit it.

      “Maybe then I wouldn’t have to deal with you … or fire an employee.”

      Now, Logan’s blood boiled. “That lodge has been in the Slade family for generations. It was a little hole-in-the-wall inn for drifters and penniless soldiers after World War II, until my grandfather came along and built it into the fine establishment it is today. You tell me how you figure into that picture?”

      Sophia raised her arms into the air, her temper flaring. “I don’t know why your father was so generous with me, Logan. I don’t know what you want me to say, but obviously your father had faith in me to do the job right. I’m here now and I am going to manage the lodge. If I have to let someone go, I’ll do it. But,” she said, pointing her finger at his chest, “I can assure you, I will not forget that you placed me in this position the very second I stepped onto the ranch.”

      “That’s the way I want to be remembered, Sophia. As the guy who is going to test you, time and again. You don’t belong here, but I won’t stand in your way, either, if you do a good job. And don’t worry, I’m relinquishing my duties