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Title: SOMETHING TO PROVE
Author: Shannyn Schroeder
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Determined to show her father she's capable of running the family business, Elizabeth Brannigan sets out to save his struggling Chicago bar. But she'll need a little help dealing with the rough crowd. When she encounters the handsome co-owner of a thriving Irish pub, she's more than ready to take on those late night shenanigans.
Colin O’Leary’s father passed away before he could prove to him that he wasn’t a screw-up. Now he wants to show his brother he’s responsible enough to own a bar of his own. And Elizabeth just might be the saving grace he's always needed. Can they mix a little business and pleasure or will the merger destroy everything?
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Maybe
she’d invite Colin to lunch. She had to be able to work with him. He hadn’t
done anything to make her think he wasn’t trustworthy. He’d done nothing wrong.
In fact, he’d come up with some good ideas.
She grabbed her purse and headed back into the bar. He
stiffened at the sight of her. Oh, yeah, this was going well. “We missed lunch.
I thought maybe you might want to grab something to eat before we have to meet
with people.”
His shoulders relaxed and his mouth quirked. “Is that an
invitation?”
“Yes. I’m sorry I snapped at you.”
“That’s all?”
What else did he want? She raised her brows, waiting for
an explanation.
“No ‘thank you’?”
“Why should I thank you for doing your job?”
He walked around the bar and stood much too close for her
comfort. “I think you owe me a thank-you for rescuing you from the biker.”
She
rolled her eyes. “You did not rescue me. I handled myself fine.”
His
smile broadened. “From where I stood, he was about to handle you.”
“I didn’t ask for your help.”
“What
would you have done if I wasn’t here?”
She
debated telling him that the door wouldn’t have been open. The clientele of
this establishment made her uneasy, but she wasn’t about to give him that fuel.
“I would’ve called the police.”
“Wrong
choice. You need me more than you thought, Legs.” He walked past her toward the
door.
“What
did you call me?”
“Legs.”
He tilted his head and his gaze ran down the length of her. “As in you’re all
leg.”
“My
name is Elizabeth.”
He
smiled, and her heart jumped. A smile should not have that effect.
He
continued, oblivious to her condition. “Anyway, if you’d made that call to the
cops, he would’ve gone into a rage. You have to be able to read people.”
“That’s
why I hired you. So we’re back to you just doing your job and no thanks are
necessary.” She turned to the door with her car keys in hand. His laugh echoed
in the empty bar behind her and she couldn’t hold her smile back.
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