Amelia Rushing is an inexperienced South Florida realtor with weather issues, and a loser at love. Her grandmother asks her to sell some property on an isolated North Carolina mountaintop. Upon investigation, Amelia finds the tract is landlocked. Determined to make her first sale and right the injustice to her grandmother, Amelia travels to the town of Confrontation and enlists the help of local real estate attorney, Alec Brady, who thwarts her at every turn.
Sparks fly when Amelia announces her plans to move into her grandmother's cabin until she can sell the property. It is Alec’s current home, and he’s not giving it up. When Amelia discovers that thirty years ago a prominent landscape artist disappeared in the town of Confrontation, she is anxious to solve the decades-old mystery, but there’s a serial killer on the loose. A number of people are missing but no witnesses are coming forward. What is the community hiding, and does Alec know where the bodies are buried?
The office door opened and suddenly her image of a small-town, redneck lawyer flew out the window. This couldn’t possibly be Billy Bob. He was too freaking gorgeous, with his chiseled movie-star face and a buff body to match. He extended his hand, and she stood up to shake it. But for a moment, he’d rendered her incoherent.
“Welcome to our little part of—”
“I’ve already had the ‘little part of heaven,’ speech from your receptionist,” Amelia said when she rediscovered her voice.
Alec skewered her with a piercing look from his fathomless blue eyes.
“You think I’m a hillbilly.” His deadpan delivery indicated it was more of a statement than a question.
“You must be a mind reader.”
“Don’t have to be. It’s written all over your face.”
“Okay, I have to ask. What’s a Duke grad doing in a backwater town like Confrontation? And I use the term town loosely.”
“Practicing law,” Alec answered dryly.
“I’ve already contacted a local broker/realtor named Barry Brady, and he referred me to you. He said he’d looked at the papers I faxed over and that we couldn’t proceed with the sale. That’s when he recommended I see you. Your secretary’s named Brady, too. Is everyone in this town related?”
Alec’s face flashed a barely disguised smile. Must be an inside joke.
“Pretty much, ma’am.”
“I’m glad I could amuse you. Do you all intermarry up here in Confrontation?”
“I’m not married.”
“No cousins available?”
“Is that a serious question?”
“You know you’re allowed to marry your first cousin in North Carolina.”