Nash groaned as heat and pressure poured into him.
It was bad enough hed had a restless night filled with erotic dreams of his hostess. But there, wearing jeans and a T-shirt, Stephanie stood in the doorway, a piece of sandpaper in each hand. Nash watched as she reached up and rubbed at a spot well above her head. Her T-shirt rode up, exposing a bit of stomach. What was it about this woman and her belly?
You need a ladder, he said, surprising her.
Stephanie jumped and squeaked, then glared at him. I swear Im going to buy you a collar with a bell and make you wear it.
Youll have to wrestle me into submission first.
Hed meant the comment as a joke, but at his words, her eyes darkened and awareness sharpened her features. Tension crackled in the empty room.
So his attraction wasnt all one-sided, he thought with satisfaction.
One in a Million
Susan Mallery
www.millsandboon.co.uk
SUSAN MALLERY
is the bestselling and award-winning author of over fifty books for Harlequin and Silhouette Books. She makes her home in the Pacific Northwest with her handsome prince of a husband and her two adorable-but-not-bright cats.
Contents
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
Chapter One
Good-looking men should not be allowed to show up on ones doorstep without at least twenty-four hours notice, Stephanie Wynne thought wearily as she leaned against her front door and tried not to think about the fact that she hadnt slept in nearly forty-eight hours, couldnt remember her last shower and knew that her short, blond hair looked as if it had been cut with a rice thresher.
Three kids down with stomach flu had a way of taking the sparkle and glamour out of a womans day. Not that the man in front of her was going to care about her personal problems.
Despite the fact that it was nearly two in the morning, the handsome, well-dressed stranger standing on her porch looked rested, tidy and really tall. She glanced from his elegant suit to the stained and torn football jersey shed pulled out of the rag bag when shed run out of clean clothes about two days ago because
Her tired brain struggled for the reason.
Oh, yeah. The washer was broken.
Again, not something he was going to sweat about. Paying guests only wanted excellent service, quiet rooms and calorie-laden breakfasts.
She did her best to forget her pathetic appearance and forced her mouth into what she hoped was a friendly smile.
You must be Nash Harmon. Thanks for calling earlier and letting me know youd be arriving late.
My flight out of Chicago was delayed. He drew his dark eyebrows together as he looked her up and down. I hope I didnt wake you, Mrs.
Wynne. Stephanie Wynne. She stepped back into the foyer of the old Victorian house. Welcome to Serenity House.
The awful name for the bed and breakfast had been her late husbands idea. After three years she could speak it without wincing, but only just. If not for the very expensive custom-made stained-glass sign that had replaced a front window and the fact that her kids would object, Stephanie would have changed the name of the B&B in a heartbeat.
Her guest carried a leather duffle and a garment bag into the house. Her gaze moved between his expensive leather boots and her own mouse slippers with their tattered ears. When she finally headed upstairs to her own bed, she must remember not to look at herself in the mirror. Confirming her worst fears would cause her to shriek and wake the boys.
The man signed the registration card shed left on the front desk and she took an imprint of his credit card. Once shed received approval, she handed him an old-fashioned brass key.
Your room is this way, she said, heading up the stairs.
Shed put him in the front bedroom. Not only was it large and comfortable, with a view of Glenwood, but it was one of only two guest rooms that werent under her third-floor apartment. When she wasnt completely booked, she found it much easier to have guests stay there than to constantly keep at her kids to stay quiet. Being loud and being a boy seemed to go hand-in-hand.
Five minutes later shed explained the amenities of the room, said she would be serving breakfast from seven-thirty to nine and asked him if he would like her to leave a newspaper outside his door in the morning.
He refused the paper.
She nodded and headed for the hallway.
Mrs. Wynne?
She turned back to look at him. Stephanie, please.
He nodded. Do you have a map of the area? Im here to visit some people and I dont know my way around.
Sure. Downstairs. Ill put one out for you at breakfast.
Thank you.
He offered her a slight smile, one that didnt touch his eyes. It was late and she was so tired that her eyelashes hurt. But instead of leaving that second, she hesitated. Oh, not more than a heartbeat, but just long enough to notice that the overhead light brought out brownish highlights in his close-cropped black hair and that the hint of dark stubble on his square jaw made him look just a little bit dangerous.
Yeah, right, Stephanie thought as she turned away. Apparently shed moved into the hallucination stage of sleep deprivation. Dangerous men didnt come to places like Glenwood. No doubt Nash Harmon was something completely harmless like a shoe salesman or a professor. Besides, what he did for a living was none of her business. As long as his credit-card company put the right amount of money into her bank account, she didnt care if her guest was a computer programmer or a pirate.
As for him being somewhat good-looking and possibly singlethere hadnt been a wedding ring on his left handshe couldnt care less. While her friends occasionally got on her case for not being willing to jump back into the man-infested dating pool, Stephanie ignored their well-meant intentions. Shed already been married once, thank you very much. Nine years as Martys wife had taught her that while Marty looked like a grown-up on the outside, hed been as irresponsible and self-absorbed as any ten-year-old on the inside. She would have gotten more cooperation and teamwork from a dog.
Marty had cured her of ever wanting another man around. While on occasion she would admit to getting lonely, and yes, the sex was tough to live without, it beat the alternative. She already had three kids to worry about. Getting involved with a man would be like adding a fourth child to the mix. She didnt think her nerves could stand it.
Despite his late night, Nash woke shortly after six the following morning. He glanced at the clock and compared it to his watch, which was still on Central Time. Then he rolled onto his back and stared at the ivory ceiling.