Free No Turning Back by Helenkay Dimon

trust there, by the way.”
    Declan pushed the cell away to keep from spinning it again. Last thing he needed was a broken phone. “I told her we weren’t interested in a buyout—”
    “Have we established that?”
    “—but I wanted to hear her out. She might make an offer we can’t refuse.”
    “Like letting you sleep with her while we negotiate?”
    Damn, his baby brother didn’t mince his words, something that started long before law school. Growing up he’d been the first one to jump in and steer everyone toward the answer he wanted. Still, a little tact wouldn’t be a bad thing.
    “She doesn’t strike me as the sex-for-property type.” And Declan refused to think about how tempting the idea was and what a dick it made him to even consider the possibility.
    “Not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. But I . . .”
    A clicking sound filled the kitchen right before the knob turned and the back door to Beck’s right swung open. A young woman walked in, carrying a bucket and humming. If she wandered into the wrong house, she hid the mistake well. Didn’t even scream. She was too busy acting like she belonged there.
    Petite with long wavy brown-closing-in-on-black hair and the biggest eyes he’d ever seen. They were the color of whiskey and highlighted her pretty face. And her slim jeans weren’t doing anything to cover her shape.
    Beck put his mug on the edge of the island and knocked it over, ignoring the liquid as it raced across the counter and dribbled onto the floor. Declan would have laughed at his brother’s uncharacteristic fumbling if he knew what the hell was going on with the women in this town. They all looked good and they all trespassed.
    Until Declan figured out what their newest unwanted guest wanted, ribbing Beck would have to wait. But the poor guy did look like he’d been hit head-on by a bus. A hot, sexy brunette bus.
    Declan finally found his voice. He didn’t even try to hide the surprise running through him at the way she walked right in, and the key in her hand. “Uh, hello?”
    She shot them a huge smile. “Good morning.”
    Not exactly the greeting he expected. “And you are?”
    “The housekeeper.”
    “What?” That’s all Beck got out before he returned to staring. A stare that did a bit more roaming than it should have under the circumstances.
    She dumped the bucket on the floor and held out her hand. “Sophie Clarke.”
    “Declan and Beck Hanover.” Declan pointed out who was who before giving her hand a quick shake.
    “I’ve heard a lot about you.”
    “We’ve heard nothing about you.” Beck shook his head. When he glanced at Declan again, some of the haze over his blue eyes had cleared. “Did you know about this?”
    “No clue.” And that wasn’t an exaggeration.
    Declan was at a loss. Leah’s anger, he got. Beck’s skepticism about keeping the place, Declan understood. Seeing a twenty-something woman walk into his kitchen like her name was on the deed had him stuttering.
    She clasped her hands together in front of her. “Is there a problem?”
    “You mean other than not knowing who you are or what you’re really doing here?” When Beck frowned, Declan tried his delivery again but with a calmer tone this town. “Sophie, is it?”
    “Yes.” She answered but her attention sure wasn’t on him. All her focus was on Beck and the brown puddle inching toward him. She pointed at the kitchen towel. “You might want to—”
    Beck finally looked down right before he rested his hand in the spill. “Shit.”
    “I can—”
    When she took a step toward him, he held up a hand and stopped her. “I got it.”
    Seeing his usually even-keeled brother stumbling around and sneaking secret glances at Sophie switched Declan’s confusion to amusement. Then he looked at Sophie a second time and saw the cleaning supplies in her bucket and the pieces fell apart all over again. “Give us an idea of who you are. Other than your name, I mean.”
    “I help