Passion and Peril: Scenes of Passion / Scenes of Peril. Suzanne Brockmann

Maggie’s heart nearly stopped when she felt him lean forward and kiss her just below her ear.

      He spun her bar stool so that she faced him.

      He was going to kiss her. Wasn’t he? As Maggie looked up into his eyes, she only saw uncertainty. Oh, boy, she was probably looking at him as if she wanted to gobble him up, which would freak him out if he’d only intended that kiss on the neck—as sensual as it had felt—to be friendly.

      “As your lawyer,” she said, half to fill in the sudden odd silence, “I recommend that we gain access to any other papers that might be in the court’s files.”

      Matt backed off. “Other papers?” He was puzzled.

      “Your father’s will states only that you must, and I quote, ‘improve the business,’ within a three-month time period. It’s much too vague. What exactly did your father mean by ‘improve the business’?”