The Maverick's Red Hot Reunion  

By: Christine Glover

Can he satisfy his craving without losing his heart?

Corporate Maverick Zach Tanner returns to North Carolina to rebuild his dying friend’s resort. He’s got the money, the power, and the will to transform Sweetbriar Springs into a premier spa for the glamorous, but he doesn’t count on the woman he once loved...and handle the construction contract. Zach thought he’d buried his desire for Kennedy five years ago, but he’s still drawn to her. He’s determined to satisfy his craving...

Construction company owner Kennedy Gibson is eager to restore Sweetbriar Springs, but when she realizes Zach is her new boss she’s terrified he’ll learn the truth about their breakup so long ago. She agrees to work with the one man she vowed never to hurt again, but can’t deny the passion he reignites in her. Soon she believes she has a chance for a different future with Zach, but her secret threatens to destroy their red-hot reunion              .

To my husband Chuck and my daughter Mallory.

Your faith in my dreams gives me the courage to write every day. I love you!

Chapter One

Kennedy Gibson took off her hard hat, tossed it onto the desk in her temporary office, and checked the time. Her business partner was twenty minutes late. Again. “Where’s Michael?” she asked her assistant.

“His business manager called,” her cousin Caleb said, not looking up from his laptop. “He’ll be here in thirty minutes. He had another doctor’s appointment.”

The fifth in three weeks?

“I hope he gets here soon.” Kennedy stared at the calendar on the wall. October third. “I’m not going to make my December deadline.” And Michael had been avoiding her calls, texts, and Facebook private messages for over a week. Not a good sign.

Not when her construction company, along with Michael’s investment firm, was determined to rebuild the golf and ski resort lodge and restore the local economy by bringing in tourists. But her friend’s constant doctor appointments had thrown a wrecking ball into their plans. And in his typically macho way, Michael had shut her out of his health issues with his radio silence. The fact that he didn’t want to worry her only increased her fear.

Caleb clasped his hands behind his neck and leaned back in his metal chair. “We’re four weeks behind schedule.”

She knew to the day how far behind schedule they were, and she’d also gone over budget to meet this week’s payroll. Her stomach clenched and panic pinged acid into her throat. To meet the deadline, she needed more money. Otherwise, she’d lose her company.

Kennedy inhaled a deep breath, waited a beat, then exhaled. The tension coiling inside her belly slackened. Everything would be fine as long as Michael had lined up investors for the renovated lodge. “No worries,” she said. “Michael will come through for us.” And he’d tell her in person about his health. Today. No ifs, ands, or buts.

Caleb closed his laptop. “I’m clocking out.”

“Tell the crew to wrap up the east wing, and you’re done for the day,” she said. “I’ll go out with you. Check the site after they stow their gear.”

Kennedy waited while Caleb packed up his computer, then they walked outside.

She shielded her eyes. Sun glinted across the North Carolina mountains and flecked the russet autumnal leaves with gold. “Good thing the weather’s holding,” she said.

“Yeah,” Caleb agreed. “But once the winter storms set in, we’re screwed if we don’t have the exterior work completed.”

She hitched her tool belt higher on her hip. “We’ll get it done if I have to climb the scaffolding myself.”

“Didn’t you have enough fun swinging that sledgehammer when you knocked down those interior walls in the lodge’s south wing?”

Construction had been in her blood from the time she’d first fisted her hands and bawled. She’d accompanied her father to every site he’d worked from the time she could toddle. Half the buildings in Sweetbriar, North Carolina had her father’s company stamp on them.

Now she’d brand them with hers.