Marrying Her Billionaire Boss. Myrna Mackenzie

should be protective,” he said.

      She opened her mouth to speak, but he shook his head. “Forget I said that. I was just thinking of my own younger brother.”

      He didn’t say more. Carson turned the conversation to business, and soon the meal was over. “I’ll take you to your car,” he said.

      “I walked to work. I like to walk.” She didn’t want to add that the reason she had walked had less to do with her love of walking and more with the fact that her beat-up pickup truck looked like something she had gotten from the junk yard. It didn’t fit the image of a successful professional.

      “Then I’ll drive you home.”

      Panic welled up. “That’s all right.”

      “No, it’s not. It’s getting late and we have another big day ahead of us. I wouldn’t want you to fail to get enough rest and end up being late tomorrow.”

      “I wouldn’t do that.”

      Carson sighed. “I know that. I just—let me do this. That line you said earlier about older brothers…I haven’t always been protective of my brother and there have been consequences. Let me do one good, if small, thing today.”

      So, what could she say? Reluctantly she gave him her address. To her relief he didn’t say anything negative when they turned into the driveway. There weren’t exactly any bad neighborhoods in Lake Geneva, but there were some houses that were a bit neglected. The room she was renting was in one of those neglected, dumpy houses. Siding falling off, a crack in the window that hadn’t been repaired, weeds turning into a forest.