The Maid's Daughter (Harlequin Desire) by Maynard Janice

Author:Maynard, Janice [Maynard, Janice]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2013-12-01T08:00:00+00:00

Twelve

It wasn’t in Devlyn’s nature to be indecisive. Second-guessing decisions—or hesitating in the heat of the moment—meant losing out in the business world. His utter confidence and knack for innovative leadership were the reasons his father and uncle had chosen him to pilot the enormous behemoth that was Wolff Enterprises.

If they could see the current state of his brain, they’d have him committed.

Beneath his hands, Gillian’s skin and hair were soft. Her scent, light and floral, soothed him even as it aroused him. “I don’t know what to do with you.” He heard the raggedness in his voice, recognized his own utter confusion.

She pulled away, smoothing her hair. “We have someone waiting for us,” she said, not meeting his eyes.

He sensed her vulnerability. Did she think he was playing some kind of sexual power game? She’d be shocked if she knew that he was as conflicted as she was.

“Fine. Let’s go. But we’re not done with this.”

Before he could come around and help her, Gillian was out of the car with the umbrella over her head. The rain had eased to a gentle drizzle. She walked by his side as they approached the man who awaited them.

Sam Ely was tall, rangy and rich. Maybe not by Wolff standards, but still well-heeled enough to draw the attention of every available woman in Charlottesville. He’d started his own architectural firm at twenty-five and now ran a multimillion-

dollar business.

Sam smiled at Gillian with a lazy grin. “Sam Ely.” He stretched out his hand. “You must be our new expert.”

Devlyn watched, disquieted, as Gillian shook the architect’s hand. “It’s wonderful to meet you,” she said. “Devlyn told me you’re doing this project for half your normal fee. As a Burton native, I have to tell you how grateful I am.”

Sam shrugged, a bashful aw shucks expression on his angular features. “I’m a sucker for little kids…what can I say? I’m honorary uncle to several of my fraternity brothers’ kids…a dozen unofficial nieces and nephews already. And if my sweet grandma has her way, I won’t be far behind in the procreation department.”

Gillian laughed. “What does that mean?”

Sam took her elbow as they walked up a steep rise, leaving Devlyn to trail in their wake. “She’s been setting me up with eligible women since the day I turned twenty-one. So far nothing has stuck, but any day now…”

“Is there someone special?”

He put an arm around her waist as she stumbled. “Take it easy. No…I’m still playing the field, but if I wait too long all the good ones will be taken.”

The rain had stopped. Gillian lowered her umbrella and folded it up. “Somehow I doubt that will be a problem.”

Devlyn snorted beneath his breath and wondered sourly if Sam’s slow Southern drawl was an affectation used to impress the ladies. Perhaps Devlyn should have thought twice about introducing Gillian at this stage in the game. He touched her shoulder, drawing her attention to the field ahead. “The stakes indicate the corners of the building.

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