“What are you talking about?” she asked, staring into the face she dreamed about almost every night.
He was gorgeous—beyond gorgeous.
He knew it, of course he did. But unlike a lot of extraordinarily handsome men, he didn’t seem to care much about his looks.
“I’ve decided to . . . umm . . . retire,” he said.
She gasped. “Why?”
“What are you going to do?” Quinn asked.
“Not sure,” Nick replied, running a hand through his short hair.
Her hands itched to touch the silky strands. He’d cut his hair since she had seen him a few weeks ago, and the color seemed to change depending on the length. Right now, his hair was a mix of honey and caramel, and as it grew out, it would turn lighter, almost the shade of morning sunshine.
Quinn cocked his head, staring at Nick with a calculating look. He turned toward Amelia.“Juice,” he said, using his nickname for his bride-to-be, “did you know Priest has a degree in American history from USC?”
Amelia smiled, showing the sizable gap between her front teeth. “No, I didn’t know that.”
“Priest, you didn’t know my Grandma Violet, but she was an interesting woman. Kind of eccentric. She was ten times richer than my Grandpa Patrick, maybe even a hundred times richer. The O’Briens made their money by clothing prospectors, but her family actually found gold.”
Teagan stared at Quinn. Why was he talking about Grandma Vi? Was he drunk?
Nick narrowed his eyes. “And?”
“Well, you see, Grandma Violet set up an endowment to create a museum that celebrates the history of Riley O’Brien & Co. and the role it played during the California Gold Rush. And that endowment money has to be used by 2017.”
Teagan sucked in an appalled breath. He wouldn’t! Would he?
“What would you think about heading up that project? Laying the groundwork for the museum?” Quinn asked Nick. “It would be part of the company’s charitable foundation, which falls under Teagan’s purview. She’d be your boss.”
Nick slanted a cunning look toward Teagan, his light green eyes glowing like peridots. He smiled slowly.
Nick and Teagan met while he was attending college with her brothers. Over time, he became her best friend also. Theirs was a happy, albeit complicated story.
Then trouble arose and tragedy struck. Where to go from here? Teagan knew she could not tell her family what happened since she did not want to ruin the friendships. Nick would surely never tell.
This was a book that had it all. I laughed, I cried, I turned each page with abandon. Such a great read and a book that will forever be on my shelf, so I can read it again.
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