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“I just want to go home—”
    “Come on, Glory. It’s not that you can’t win. Are you afraid? Is that it? Sometimes you have to risk everything for what you believe in…” Ashley paused. “You love Beaux, right? Sometimes you have to gamble everything for love.”
    “Nice. You get that off a fortune cookie?” Glory’s mind scrambled. She still had the car, Luke’s precious Aston Martin. Maybe he’d trade it for the bag of cash on his lap. He sure seemed to like the hunk of metal enough.
    A laugh. “Speaking of love, who’s the stud answering your phone?”
    “Stud?” A quick cough. Hopefully Luke hadn’t heard what Ashley was saying. Glory cleared her throat.
    “That guy. He sounds hot.”
    “How would you know?” she snorted. Ashley’s exploits had never been sexual. In high school she’d dated boys she met at church socials and tried to set a good example for her sisters. Dinner, dancing, and she was always home by midnight.
    Now she was the mayor, living in the old DuSang house on Main Street. The last of a great dynasty. Ashley spent her free nights at the movies and her free days fishing. Friday nights were for city council meetings and Saturday was the weekly pool competition down at the bar. Then there was poker with the church ladies. All of which left her too busy to go on a real date.
    “He’s tall, dark, and drop-dead gorgeous. Broad shoulders, narrow waist. Great ass.” The description was rough, crude, but admitting what she’d been thinking all night had her breath coming faster and her blood running hot under her skin. Better, it made the man sitting beside her sit up and pay attention. “Good hands.”
    Great hands, long and capable fingers. The thought of his hands moving over her was enough to make her gasp for air. Definitely not what she should be thinking about while she was driving.
    She pulled to the side of the long highway and parked, allowing herself a deep breath. It was time for a break. She kept the phone glued to her ear as she turned to look at Luke.
    Who looked straight back at her, a smug expression on his face.
    “Definitely not my type.” She smirked at him. “Maybe good enough for a one-night stand, but I like a man I can depend on. Someone who’ll take me out for dinner and stick around to take a look at my leaking kitchen sink the morning after.”
    Not a stranger from out of town who’d been born with a silver spoon in his mouth.
    Her entire life she’d been surrounded by the people of Beaux. They’d loved her, cared for her, and helped raised her after her parents’ deaths. Her grandmother DuSang had been a loving woman, doting in her own way, but she’d also been tired. Tired from the deaths of her husband, her daughter, and her son-in-law. Wiped out by the loss of her fortune.
    Glory could still remember huddling on the back stairs of her grandmother’s house with Ashley and Hallie. Holding one hand over Hallie’s mouth to keep the younger girl quiet while she and Ashley listened to Hank’s father explain the options. Boarding school or—worse—foster care.
    It had been their neighbor Cara May who’d stopped her grandmother from making any rash decisions. Cara May who’d found the sisters huddling together on the stairs and taken them up to bed. Who’d organized the town to help their grandmother raise three wild children, and who’d kept them in Beaux.
    Her sister’s sharp laughter brought her back down to earth.
    “Does he have money?” Ashley said. “Maybe I could marry him. Down by the lake. White dress, pit-smoked pork. Benji could set off some fireworks.”
    “Don’t go throwing yourself in front of the bus just yet, sweet thing. If we’re marrying anyone off for money, it’s Hallie. She gets one more trespassing charge—trying to save the whales or something—and she won’t be able to make bail. Besides, I doubt this guy’s the kind of guy who’d succumb to a gold digger. And I’m not interested.”
    Glory had met