Renee Andrews - Small-Town Billionaire

But Ryan was going to have to control the attraction this time, because he couldn’t ignore a concept that might very well provide his means of putting his own stamp on Brooks International. A consignment store that specialized in making the less fortunate feel and look rich. This was the kind of thing that made a difference and exactly what Ryan had been looking for.

Maribeth and Dana chatted about the upcoming camp activities, and Ryan noticed the dark-haired beauty didn’t even glance his way as she spoke.

“The kids are going to love this,” she said, squaring her shoulders so that she clearly blocked Ryan from the conversation. He couldn’t recall whether he’d ever been so thoroughly ignored.

Dana continued speaking, but lifted a brow and fought a grin. “I think so, too.”

Ryan was used to people hanging on his every word, which was probably why her disregard hit him like a slap in the face. And made him even more determined. He’d had enough. One way or another, the lady was going to pay attention to him. He didn’t pull off running an international business by not knowing how to get people to pay attention. He simply had to say something she couldn’t ignore. Undoubtedly she didn’t like the idea of growing her business, which baffled Ryan. Why wouldn’t anyone want to take what they had and make it better? Bigger? More profitable? He’d find out, but first he had to get her to speak—period. And he’d already established her primary interest, so he capitalized on that knowledge.

“So, Maribeth, whose outfit are you wearing today?” he asked, causing the two women to stop talking and look his way.

Unable to ignore a question directed specifically to her, she turned, lifted an arched brow and asked, “Whose outfit?”

For a moment, he forgot his own question. When she looked at him directly, Ryan found himself lost in the appreciation of eyes that looked like melted chocolate, dark hair pulled up on the sides yet still reaching her waist and a mouth that made him wonder whether her lips were as soft as they appeared.

“Ryan?” Dana prompted.

Thankfully, his brain kicked back into play. “Which celebrity are you wearing today? That is what you do here, isn’t it? Match the items you receive to celebrity ensembles?”

An enthusiasm claimed her exquisite face, the passion for her idea shining through as she answered, “Yes, it is.” She smoothed a hand down the side of her dress. “This one is modeled after an outfit Reese Witherspoon wore on Letterman.”

“I like it,” Dana said.

So her wall of resistance cracked a little when he brought up her business. Good to know. And talking about business also kept his mind focused on his goal, instead of on the attraction that he’d have to control. “I like it, too,” he added, and realized that she became even more appealing when her cheeks blushed bright pink.

Dana stared at the two of them with a triumphant smile, which only reinforced Ryan’s stance to control this bizarre attraction. “I’ll take the outfit,” she finally said, and the two women moved to the cash register so Maribeth could ring up the sale.

Ryan took his time moving toward the checkout area. He wanted to see as many of the ensembles as possible along the way to verify that they were all as interesting and unique as the ones he’d already viewed. They were, and he also noticed that they weren’t merely modeled after the younger starlets. Maribeth also had clothing designed to model Meryl Streep, Diane Keaton and Susan Sarandon. Her store had no age restriction. Ingenious.

Ryan got to the checkout area at the same time that Dana said, “I just wish Ryan would stay here until his rehab is complete. He told me a little while ago that he was thinking about leaving and finishing up his therapy in Chicago.”

Maribeth’s eyes lit up, and she turned her attention to Ryan as he took the last couple of steps to the counter. “Well, I’m sure you’d be more comfortable at your own place,” she said, sliding the dress, shoes and jewelry into a garment bag.

If Ryan didn’t know better, he’d say the woman was inwardly celebrating his departure. But what she didn’t realize was that Ryan thought he’d found a way to make his mark on Brooks International, and it involved her unique idea. More than that, he knew that he couldn’t convince her to partner with Brooks International from Chicago.

“I’ve changed my mind about heading back home. I’m going to stick around for a while and finish up my initial treatments in Claremont.”

“Really?” Dana beamed. “Oh, Ryan, that makes me so happy!”

He grinned, finding it interesting that Maribeth’s pretty mouth fell open into a silent “Oh” with his announcement. And if he’d looked back before exiting with Dana, he was sure he’d have seen an accompanying “No.”

Good thing he liked a challenge.

Chapter Two

At just past 7:00 a.m., Maribeth turned onto the driveway beneath the wooden sign identifying the Cutter Fish Camp and Dude Ranch. In the spring, when Brother Henry announced the need for volunteers with the church camps held at the ranch over the summer, Maribeth had jumped at the chance to not only help Dana but also work with a group of kids in a Christian environment.

However, she hadn’t counted on Ryan Brooks being part of the equation. And she still had three weeks to go in her commitment to volunteer the entire month of June. Based on what he’d said last night, he’d be here for all three of those weeks plus another one. Four more weeks of therapy, which meant four more weeks of Maribeth being around a guy who reminded her of her worst mistake.

God, are You trying to teach me some lesson here? Because I’m pretty sure I’ve already learned this one. Or are You giving me a temptation I’m supposed to overcome? Is that it? Because if it is, I want You to know that I’m not tempted to make the same mistake again. And it’d suit me just fine if You’d go ahead and give Ryan the desire to go home. He doesn’t tempt me at all.

She rounded the last curve in the driveway and saw the non-temptation tossing slivers from a bale of hay over the fence toward the black stallion. His crutches were propped nearby, and he apparently had his weight settled on his good leg so he could fling the slices of hay farther. The action caused his biceps to flex against the sleeves of his navy T-shirt, and Maribeth was pretty sure she also noticed a couple of indentations in the front of that shirt where a six-pack, or maybe eight-pack, of abs were also in steady motion. His jeans were ripped along the outer seam to allow room for his cast, which only added to the entire rugged image.

So this was what she got for arriving earlier than usual. She’d hardly seen Ryan Brooks here since Monday, because typically he had gone to his therapy session by the time she arrived. But today she’d wanted extra time to get the additional materials ready for her two new campers. And because of her efficiency, she had no choice but to start her day interacting with America’s most eligible bachelor billionaire.

Lovely.

He tossed the last shard of hay across the fence, then shook his head at Onyx, who was holding his nose in the air as if he didn’t want the treat. “Your stubbornness is only making me more determined,” Ryan said, then turned his back on the horse, which put him facing Maribeth.

She was still in the car but her window was down, so she couldn’t ignore him when he asked, “You need help carrying anything?”

Great. He was injured and still attempting to feed a horse and assist Maribeth with her camp supplies. “No, I’m good,” she said. She actually had quite a lot of supplies to carry into the barn, but having him help her tote them would only put him in closer proximity than he already was, and she didn’t need or want to be any closer to the man. Really.