Heiress Recon
Carla Cassidy
www.millsandboon.co.uk
Table of Contents
Title Page
About the Author
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Copyright
About the Author
CARLA CASSIDYCarla believes the only thing better than curling up with a good book to read is sitting down at the computer with a good story to write. Shes looking forward to writing many more books and bringing hours of pleasure to readers.
Prologue
As she threaded her way through the throng of people her name was called from here and there. Bree! Over here!
She turned to see one of Hollywoods up-and-coming actresses waving wildly at her. She grinned and waved back but continued her trek forward.
Curt hated the nights she decided to go clubbing, complaining that it was difficult to discern between normal Hollywood types and freaks. But the people she met in the clubs were the same shed talk to later about making a donation to her animal shelter in Kansas City. Networking was nothing if not a fine art, and Bree had made something of a living at it.
The bartender grinned at her as she reached him. The usual? he asked.
She nodded. The usual was a club soda with a twist of lime. While most of the others around her got drunk and stupid, Bree stayed clearheaded and smart.
Curt stood several feet away from her, the glare on his bulldog face enough to keep any sane person away. Shed told him a million times that he took the job too seriously. Mostly she needed him to navigate her through a crowd of eager paparazzi bent on getting a photo of heiress and party girl Bree Waverly.
With drink in hand, Bree turned and surveyed the scene. Everyone who was anyone eventually wound up at Oscars at the end of a long night of partying. The club was the newest, hottest scene in Hollywood.
Lights flashed and swirled on the dance floor, splashing the gyrating bodies with vivid color. She took a sip of her drink and tried to find the joy, the heart-pounding excitement that used to possess her whenever she entered one of these places. But the joy wasnt there. Lately, nothing in Hollywood made her happy.
Shed just as soon be back in her villa, wearing her nightgown and working on the last of the details for the upcoming adoption
day at the Kansas City shelter.
A scream from behind pulled Brianna from her thoughts. Before she could turn around to see the cause, Curt yelled her name and threw himself at her. She crashed backward and down, vaguely aware of people screaming. As her head connected with the floor, she saw the spinning lights of the dance floor inside her brainthen nothing.
Chapter One
Troy Sinclair stared at the man who had uttered the words, wondering if Brandon Waverly had lost his mind. Excuse me?
Brandon leaned back in the overstuffed chair at the huge mahogany desk. Behind him the wall was decorated with framed photos of him with the mayor of Kansas City and other dignitaries, not only locally but also nationally known.
Brandon Waverly was a wealthy, successful real estate developer and builder in the Kansas City area and a close friend of Troys father, but at the moment none of that mattered to Troy as he wondered just when Brandon had gone crazy.
Sir, Recovery Inc. isnt into repossessing people, Troy began, then paused as Brandon waved a hand to stop him from whatever he had been about to say.
I know your company gets back boats and planes and whatever else people decide not to pay for, but I also know there are times when you arent exactly orthodox in your business practices and you go above and beyond for a worthy cause. My daughter is a worthy cause.
Brandon leaned forward, his blue eyes filled with a torment Troy couldnt begin to understand. Perhaps I used the wrong word. What I want you to do is take my daughter someplace safe for a couple of days.
And why would I want to do that, sir? There was no question that Troy was intrigued even though he didnt want to be. Troy had only met Brianna Waverly once, when hed been fifteen years old and shed been ten.
He remembered little about her other than shed been a pretty little girl with big blue eyes and pale blond hair, but now everyone knew of Bree Waverly, Hollywood party girl and a favorite target of the paparazzi.
Troy had no desire to have anything to do with Brianna Waverly, no matter what the circumstances. Still, he would give Brandon the respect of letting the man finish what he had to say.
As you might know, Im in the middle of a huge project, Brandon explained. Im developing a new mini-mall on some property north of town. Unfortunately not everyone has been happy to see it going in. Weve just started construction, and weve already had some vandalism and threats from people who dont want to see retail stores in the middle of farmland.
Theres a meeting planned for Wednesday night, a meeting at which I hope were going to mend some fences. Im offering some concessions to the residents that I hope will move things forward, but in the meantime it all has suddenly gotten particularly ugly.