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Brad frowned as he craned his neck to see what the distraction was. A tall, red-haired girl stood in the middle of the entry, and now she marched into the room like a warship under full sail. She had hair the color of a forest fire, pulled back in a tight bun under a plain dark hat, and she wore a dark, no-nonsense dress. This was a respectable lady, there was no doubt about that. Now what was a respectable lady doing in a place like the Texas Lily?

The silence grew as everyone turned to look at her.

“I demand to see Mr. Bradley O’Neal,” she said in a back East accent that would cut glass with its sharpness.

Uh-oh. This couldn’t be good. Brad stood up from the poker table with a sigh and turned his hand upside-down on the table. “Anybody touches my cards before I get back, I’ll make him eat my derringer,” he drawled and then stepped forward to greet the lady. “Brad O’Neal at your service, ma’am,” he made a sweeping bow. “And to whom do I have the honor of—?”

“What is the meaning of all these shenanigans? This is no way to run a hotel. It must stop immediately.”

“What?” He was seldom at a loss for words, but any man would wither under the glare of those cold green eyes.

“Mr. O’Neal,” she snapped, “I am your new partner. I am Lillian Primm.”

Oh, hell, his luck really had run out.