âI need to tell youâ¦â Her words were still little more than a whisper.
âWhat do you need?â
Her eyes widened again as his face got within inches of hers, and she exhaled, something that sounded a hell of a lot like satisfaction. His gut twisted. Despite her lies and betrayal, the messy ending to their relationship and the long year on a different continentâdespite it allâhe wanted her.
âThe job,â she said in a voice that didnât even make it to a whisper. âI want the job, Byron.â
And she didnât kiss him, didnât tell him she was so sorry sheâd picked her family over him. At no point did she apologize for lying to him.
âRight, right.â
She couldnât be more clear. She was here for the job.
Not for him.
* * *
His Son, Her Secret is part of the Beaumont Heirs series: One Colorado family, limitless scandal!
Award-winning author SARAH M. ANDERSON may live east of the Mississippi River, but her heart lies out West on the Great Plains. With a lifelong love of horses and two history teachers for parents, she had plenty of encouragement to learn everything she could about the tribes of the Great Plains.
When she started writing, it wasnât long before her characters found themselves out in South Dakota among the Lakota Sioux. She loves to put people from two different worlds into new situations and to see how their backgrounds and cultures take them someplace they never thought theyâd go.
Sarahâs book A Man of Privilege won the 2012 RT Reviewersâ Choice Award for Best Harlequin Desire. Her book Straddling the Line was named Best Harlequin Desire of 2013 by CataRomance, and Mystic Cowboy was a 2014 Booksellersâ Best Award finalist in the Single Title category as well as a finalist for the Gayle Wilson Award for Excellence.
When not helping out at her sonâs school or walking her rescue dogs, Sarah spends her days having conversations with imaginary cowboys and American Indians, all of which is surprisingly well tolerated by her wonderful husband. Readers can find out more about Sarahâs love of cowboys and Indians at www.sarahmanderson.com.
One
âThis place is a dump,â Byron Beaumont announced. His words echoed off the stone walls, making the submerged space sound haunted.
âDonât see it as it is,â his older brother Matthew said through the speaker in Byronâs phone. It was much easier for Matthew to call this one in, rather than make the long journey to Denver from California, where he was happily living in sin. âSee it as what it will be.â
Byron did another slow turn, inspecting the extent of the neglect as he tried not to think about Matthewâor any of his older brothersâbeing happily engaged or married. The Beaumonts hadnât been, until recently, the marrying kind.
Yet it hadnât been so long ago that heâd thought he was the marrying kind. And then it had all blown up in his face. And while heâd been licking his wounds, his brothersânormally workaholics and playboysâhad been pairing off with women who were, by all accounts, great for them.
Once again, Byron was the one who didnât conform to Beaumont expectations.
Forcibly, he turned his attention back to the space before him. The vaulted ceiling was arched, but the parts that werenât arched were quite low. Cobwebs dangled from everything, including the single bare lightbulb in the middle of the room, which cast deep shadows into the corners. The giant pillars supporting the arches were evenly spaced, taking up a huge amount of the floor. Inches of dust coated the low half-moon windows at eye level. What Byron could see of the outside looked to be weeds. And the whole space smelled of mold.
âAnd what will it be? Razed, I hope.â
âNo,â Byronâs oldest half brother, Chadwick Beaumont, said. The word was crisp and authoritative, which was normal for Chadwick. However, the part where he lifted his daughter out of his wifeâs arms and onto his shoulders so she could see better was not. âThis is underneath the brewery. It was originally a warehouse but we think you can do something better with it.â
Byron snorted. Yeah, right.
Serena Beaumont, Chadwickâs wife, stepped next to Byron so that Matthew could see her on the phone. âPercheron Drafts has had a great launch, thanks to Matthewâs hard work. But we want this brewery to be more than just a craft beer.â
âWe want to hit the old company where it counts,â Matthew said. âA large number of our former customers continue to be unhappy about how the Beaumont Brewery was sold away from our family. The bigger we can make Percheron Drafts, the better we can siphon off our old customers.â