Sugar's Twice as Sweet: Sugar, Georgia: Book 1 by Marina Adair

immediately set down her own doughnut. If the sticky smudges on Spenser’s jumper were any indication, this was not her first bite of the day. “It’s not a house. It’s a culinary getaway.”
    “Here? In Sugar?”
    Ignoring the big glob of raspberry jelly oozing from Spenser’s doughnut and her smart-ass grin, Josephina swallowed her growing nerves and looked out over the drums of motor oil and through the open bay door. Giant oak trees lined the cobblestoned walkways, covered in Spanish moss, their gnarled branches intertwined, creating a green canopy covering Maple Street. She took in the six-foot red and blue wooden bull across the street, the Confederate flag flapping above the local bar, and a man moseying across the street—the sidearm holstered at his hip as visible as his package in those painted-on Wranglers.
    Ignoring the little voice in her head, the one that sounded oddly like five little old biddies and her parents, she said, “Brett mentioned that the town is in need of an inn.”
    Spenser looked at her. “Brett McGraw?”
    Josephina shrugged, hating the heat she felt rush to her cheeks, and everywhere else for that matter.
    Spenser opened the driver’s door, wedged herself into Josephina’s space, and rested her elbows on the frame. “You already visited with Brett McGraw?”
    “Not really. I had some car problems. He found me on the side of the road and gave me a ride.”
    She left out the part about dinner and the cell phone.
    “You two do the cowboy cha-cha yet?”
    “Um, no to all implied.”
    “Considering it?”
    “Nope.”
    Spenser stared long and hard as if Josephina was guilty as sin. No matter how badly she wanted to break eye contact she didn’t. It was ridiculous; she was acting like some high school girl with a crush, afraid that the mean girl would find out and ruin her life.
     “You got left by your fiancé at some airstrip in your altogether, while he flew off to Europe with his secretary, which means you’re single. So you must be lying.”
    “She was the vice president of business development, actually. And how do you know all that?” Josephina hadn’t spoken to Spenser since she was a kid, so she had only admitted to the breakup, not any of the humiliating details.
    “Your mom called.”
    “My mom?”
    Ignoring Josephina, Spenser continued. “If you’re female, you’re interested. Brett’s sexy, charming, and loves women. And they love him right back. Women in this town have been counting the days until his return. Surprised there hasn’t been another parade yet.”
    “Another?”As in they already had one in his honor?
    “Yup. Every time he comes home for a quick visit they throw one. And the women line up, hoping they’ll be the one to snag his heart for at least a night. I’m probably one of three single, age-appropriate women in a six-county radius who hasn’t slept with or fallen for a McGraw. And it was a conscious decision.” Spencer shivered. “McGraw men don’t do it for me, which is a shame since they are so damn good to look at. And, I hear, amazing in bed.”
    “Brett doesn’t live here in the off-season?” she asked, not wanting to think about Brett in bed.
    “Brett doesn’t believe in an off-season. That would mean staying in one place long enough to settle down. And this generation of McGraws don’t settle and they sure as hell don’t stick. They are missing the commitment gene. Well, unless we’re talking about Cal—but he’s only taken with one lady and she’s his daughter.” Spenser’s smile disappeared. “Their parents were killed in a house fire when Cal was in college. Brett must have only been fourteen. All of them took it hard.”
    “That’s terrible.”
    “Cal became Mr. Responsibility. Jace started picking fights. Brett, he found golf and girls, in that order. Small towns being what they are, it’s hard to move on when everyone keeps reminding you of where you’ve been. After that video aired, the only way Cal