Free Know Your Heart: A New Zealand Enemies to Lovers Romance (Far North Series Book 2) by Tracey Alvarez Page A

Drew and hoisted him onto his shoulders. “Do you remember what you were going to ask Glen and Aunty Sav?”
    Drew thumped his gumboot-covered feet against Nate’s chest and grinned over at first Sav, then Glen. “Yep. We’re going fishing this afternoon, and I want you guys to come.”
    Sav glanced at her script, hastily stuffed into the folder when she’d heard Nate’s Range Rover. “Oh, well, I really…”
    At the same instant, Glen said, “Maybe another time…”
    Drew’s smile drooped in the corners until his little Cupid’s bow mouth went completely straight. Sav glanced from Nate to Lauren, back to Drew’s shiny eyes, and then her gaze zipped across to Glen. Aw, balls . Glen could do what he liked, but she couldn’t say no.
    “I’d love to come. I haven’t been fishing for a long time.”
    The boy’s mouth curved.
    Glen sighed and said, “Count me in too, then.”
    “Yay!” Drew said. “This time, I’m going to catch a fish—a really, really big fish.”
    “Maybe even a shark.” Glen chuckled.
    Sav’s belly tightened around a little kernel of heat. The man had a seriously sexy laugh.
    “That would be awesome!” Drew said.
    “We won’t all fit in the Range Rover with the fishing gear.” Lauren glanced between Sav and Glen. “You two could car pool. No point in taking three vehicles.”
    Glen looked at Sav with a raised eyebrow. “Think you could handle riding shotgun with me.”
    “Do you know how to drive on the beach, city boy?”
    “Attacking his manliness, Sav—that’s harsh.” Nate hooked his thumbs in his belt loops and grinned.
    “I’m sure Glen’s ego can cope.”
    Glen showed her his teeth. “So long as yours can fit in my SUV.”
    “Bazinga.” Nate pulled Drew over his head, flipping him into a summersault before lowering him to the ground.
    Lauren flicked the three of them warning glances and took her son’s hand. “Let’s get the toolbox from the back of the Range Rover for Daddy to fix Daisy’s awning.”
    Lauren and Drew strolled across the grass, and the open adoration in Nate’s gaze made Sav’s heart clench, both in happiness for her cousin but also with a tiny smidgen of envy. No one had ever looked at her like that.
    Once Lauren and Drew were out of earshot, Nate cocked his finger at Glen and then her. “Since you’ve come to this weird stalemate of being neighbors, you could at least try to be civil.”
    Sav jutted out a hip and tilted her chin. They’d only be neighbors temporarily.
    “Fishing will be a good opportunity to blow off some steam,” Nate said. “You’re both wound waaay too tight.”
    Something inside her was coiled like an overwound watch spring, and it cranked a notch tighter when Glen’s gaze dropped to her mouth and back up again.
    “Unlike you, dear cousin, and also my unwanted tenant, I have deadlines to meet—career-changing deadlines—and I don’t have time to blow off steam .”
    The warmth vanished from Glen’s eyes. “And my deadline isn’t important?”
    Sav snuffed a flicker of unease and shrugged. She had no idea if Glen was on a deadline or if he was just one of many people who thought they had a book in them somewhere . He was a lawyer, living in a fancy townhouse in a nice part of the city. He had job security that didn’t rely on whether crow’s feet appeared in an extreme close up. Sorry, but rainbow-farting unicorns just weren’t as urgent as her audition.
    Glen snorted and walked back toward the house. “We’ll head off after I give Nate a hand with your awning.”
    “The civil thing needs work, huh?” Nate said as Glen disappeared inside.
    “I don’t want him civil. I want him gone.”
    Savannah made a beeline for Daisy to get changed—before Nate could guess the truth. Nothing about the reaction Glen stirred in her, physically or emotionally, was civil.
     
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    Riding with Glen was a bad idea. A really, really bad idea.
    Savannah knew it the moment she climbed into his vehicle and