Rachael mumbled, as she ripped the sheets off her bed. “Why’d you tell him that?”Lucy stood in the doorway, her arms folded over her chest. “Because he’s Cole Freaking-Gorgeous Turner! What’s wrong with you?”“Nothing.” She tossed the bedding into the hallway and then stormed past Lucy. “He’s a guest. That’s all.”Okay, so there were a few moments when they were alone yesterday when she’d wished he was more than a guest. He was amazingly good-looking with a hard body and smoldering eyes. Looks aside, the man was hilarious with a dry sense of humor that tickled her bones. And although the fireworks at StoneMill weren’t going to harm her, he’d practically shielded her with his body, proving there might’ve been hints of chivalry hidden beneath his ego.“No, he’s more than a guest,” Lucy countered. “Cole Freaking-Gorgeous Turner! Do you have a pulse, Rach? If you don’t think he’s the hottest thing to stroll into Blue Lake in the last hundred years, I’m worried about you.”
