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At the very least, the two of us were going to have to clear the air and set some ground rules to ensure it didn’t snowball into something else.
But since Meghan hadn’t showed up to breakfast or appeared when we all gathered in the reception area to make our way to the site, I wasn’t sure what I was meant to do. Already, I was sure that people were whispering about our confrontation at dinner, and the fact that Meghan didn’t show up to breakfast on the dot, looking ready and put together.
It was unlike her.
And the longer I stood at the construction site, without Meghan pestering me with details, the worse the knots in my stomach grew. I busied myself by talking to the construction crew and studying blueprints, but it didn’t do me much good. When Meghan finally did show up, far later than anyone expected her to, she looked like her usual professional self in a pair of trousers, a button-down shirt, and with her hair piled on top of her head.
I was about to dismiss the uneasy feeling when I noticed the pair of glasses perched on her nose and her refusal to look at me.
Any and all attempts to bait her fell flat.
Meghan acted like she could see right through me.
“So, what do you think, Meg? We got a winner or what?”
Meghan didn’t look up from the blue prints as she faced away from me. “Yes, Mr. Holt. I think we do, but we’ll need to go back and fix the budget.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Something wrong with the numbers?”
“It’s going to take us a bit longer to get through construction,” Meghan replied, with a frown. “I’ve heard that there’s some local protests about the use of land. There are already a lot of resorts here, sir. The locals probably don’t feel like they need another one.”
I patted Meghan on the back and didn’t miss how she inched away from my touch. “They’ll get over it when they see how amazing it is. Besides, resorts mean more jobs and a better economy.”
Meghan cleared her throat. “Yes, sir.”
A few construction workers trickled past, and we were left in the middle of the construction site, overlooking the water. I glanced over at Meghan, with her glasses perched on her nose, and a furrow between her brows. Bathed in the soft glow of the late afternoon sun, she looked beautiful.
Far more beautiful than I wanted to admit.
Especially when she drew her bottom lip between her teeth and chewed on it.
Goddamn it.
I was still Killian Holt, for Christ’s sake. One night with Meghan didn’t change anything.
It couldn’t.
I raised an eyebrow. “So, about last night—”
“There’s nothing to talk about,” Meghan interrupted, tightly. “Let’s just focus on the work.”
I tilted my head in her direction. “That good, huh?”
Meghan pressed her lips together and said nothing. She looked up from the blueprints and studied the water. With a frown, I stepped in her line of vision and lowered my head. Her green eyes darted everywhere, refusing to meet my gaze directly.
Shit.
Had I finally pushed Meghan over the edge?
“Meg.”
“Sir?”
“Look at me,” I urged, pausing to let my hands fall to my sides. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
Meghan drew herself up to her full height and lifted her chin. “Why would anything be wrong, Mr. Holt?”
“Because you never call me Mr. Holt when we’re alone.”
