Sugar's Twice as Sweet: Sugar, Georgia: Book 1 by Marina Adair Page A

could get him to come home for the summer was to feed him some BS story about the local golf camp being understaffed.”
    “He’s spending the entire summer working with kids? Here?” How was she supposed to avoid him for the rest of the summer?
    Spenser must have mistaken her panic for judgment. “Don’t let his laid-back, life’s-a-game attitude fool you. Brett, like all the McGraw brothers, protects his own. It’s probably costing him millions to sit out this part of the season. He might be a commitment-phobe who has a weakness for pretty women, but he loves his family and this town.”
    Great, he was loyal and self-sacrificing. The guy with the charmed life that she’d created in her head was slowly crumbling, which was bad. If she started thinking of Brett as something other than an entitled athlete, she just might start liking him.
    “That said, he has the attention span of a gnat when it comes to women. Translation, as soon as camp ends, he’s heading out to New Jersey for the FedEx Cup.”
    Josephina wasn’t sure why, but the thought of Brett leaving didn’t sit right. She should be happy that he would be gone, not bordering on disappointment. He’d been so charming the other night—bringing her dinner, a phone, saying sweet things about her wings until her heart was fluttering. Then again, every time Josephina led with her heart she got burned.
    “Well, I’ve done sexy and charming. I’m not looking to relive that part of my life. I’m here for a fresh start. To reopen Fairchild House.”
    Josephina stood and paced to the bay door, needing some fresh air and a minute to let her statement settle. It felt good, almost as good as it was to find Letty’s lime convertible still sitting on the other side of the main square in town. It had disappeared sometime yesterday morning only to mysteriously resurface last night, after she’d reported it missing, smelling like cigar smoke and mothballs.
    She remembered her aunt putting the top back while speeding down the highway and saying this is what it must feel like to fly. For a girl who’d spent most of her life in the confines of Manhattan, those summers at the Fairchild House had always felt like coming home.
    Spenser walked around the tailgate, joining Josephina at the bay door. “Have you considered what will happen if it doesn’t work out? You will have a house no one in these parts can afford to buy and a huge debt.”
    If anything, Spenser’s question made Josephina even more determined. “Then I reassess and go at it another way.”
    “And what if the bank says no?”
    “They can’t. That would mean I would have failed. And I am done with failing.” At least she hoped. “I will do whatever it takes to make this happen.”
    “Wow. Letty said you lived balls-to-the-wall.”
    “Balls-to-the-wall? Really? Me?”
    “Yeah, I didn’t believe her either. Not with all your lace and stupid pink bows.”
    “I was a kid. My mom dressed me.”
    “What’s your current excuse now?”
    Josephina looked down, taking in her runway-meets-respectable-businesswoman ensemble, and frowned. It said classy, together, sophisticated. It also said uptight Yankee.
    “Letty talked about you all the time. She told anyone who would listen that someday you’d turn Fairchild House into your own adventure.” That made her smile. “She was a ballsy woman, taught me to fight for what I wanted. Like going to mechanic school and taking over my grandpa’s shop. When my parents refused to lend me the money to buy out Grandpa’s half, Letty made up some lame Southern Business Women’s Loan. She never said a word about the loan being from her, but I knew. So, I say go for it. But if you do something illegal, don’t tell me.”
    “Because you’d have to turn me in?”
    “Nope. I’d want to join you because it would piss off the sheriff.” Spenser smiled and nodded at the open bay door. “And then I’d make his day because he’d get to arrest me. I hate making