Lingerie Wars (Invertary 1)

“I know that women buy the stuff for men, and I’m a man. That gives me the advantage. They’ll be queuing up to get my advice.”

Rainne jerked to attention.

“You’re staying?” she squeaked. “You plan to run the business.”

“You got a problem with that, little sister?” he asked, but his eyes never left Kirsty.

“You know what I think?” Kirsty said, saving Rainne from having to answer.

“I’m not sure I care what you think, but go ahead anyway.”

Kirsty’s hands fell to her side and balled into fists. It had been a long time since she’d felt the urge to thump someone.

“I think you’re in over your head,” she said. “You obviously don’t have a clue about running a shop or selling lingerie, and you’ve just insulted the only expert in town who was willing to help you.”

His lips twitched slightly, giving the impression that he was going to smile, but nothing happened. His face was still impassive.

“Do you know what I think?” he said. “I think you’re scared of a little competition.”

Kirsty barked out a laugh that surprised her more than him.

“You’re not competition. This”—she pointed to Betty’s handmade sign—”is not competition. There’s no way you could be a threat to me, or to my business.”

“We’ll see. Prepare to shut up shop.”

Kirsty pursed her lips as she felt her cheeks burn.

“That is incredibly arrogant of you,” she said.

“Or honest. It’s obvious there’s only room in this town for one lingerie shop. I’d rather it was mine.”

“If you think I’m going to let you run me out

of town then you’re deluded. This is my home. You’re the foreigner here.”

He rocked back on his heels as he thrust his hands into the pockets of his jeans. Although there was nothing in his manner to give him away, she got the distinct impression he was enjoying himself.

“Ah, that old chestnut. We hate the English. The English are the root of all our problems. Blah, blah. You guys need to get over yourselves. You lost. We won. We own you now. There’s no point being bitter.”

Kirsty reeled before blustering nonsense.

“That’s right. The English are here to stay.”

“That’s it,” she said at last. “You’ve crossed the line.” She turned to Rainne with a tight smile. “I’m sorry, honey, but I can’t help you now. You’re stuck with him.” She hooked her thumb towards the brother. “You have no idea how much I feel for you.”

“I get that a lot,” Rainne mumbled.

“As for you,” she told the English imbecile, “bring it on. You don’t stand a chance.”

“So, last shop standing?”

“It’ll be mine.”

“I like a healthy imagination in a woman.”

“You’re going to regret annoying me this much.”

At last he grinned. Kirsty felt her world shift as something unseen pulled her towards him.