The Millionaire's Secret Wish by Leanne Banks

Author:Leanne Banks [Leanne Banks]
Format: epub
Tags: Romance: Modern, Contemporary, General, Romance, Romance - Contemporary, Fiction, Fiction - Romance, Non-Classifiable, Romance - General
ISBN: 9780373763702
Publisher: Silhouette
Published: 2001-06-01T22:02:17.921000+00:00

The following evening Alisa scurried around anxiously awaiting the arrival of Dylan’s half brothers and sister. Even though she’d only received one response, she still asked the housekeeper to set the table for five.

Dylan was busy trying to console Tonto, who had howled plaintively most of the previous night. Homesick, she suspected, as the puppy let out another howl.

The doorbell rang, and Alisa’s heart leaped into her throat. As she hurried to greet the guests, she crossed her fingers that all three Remingtons would be on Dylan’s doorstep. She opened the door to one and only one. Her stomach twisted. “Grant,” she said, working to produce a smile. “Please come in. I’m pleased you could join us.”

He nodded, glancing around the foyer as he entered. He wore a curious but reserved expression on his well-sculpted, perfectly bored face. She wondered if Grant resented the fact that his father’s money had provided Dylan with the means to purchase this home. He shouldn’t, she thought, in light of the fact that Dylan had been denied a father throughout his childhood. She took a mind-clearing breath and pushed the thought aside. Tonight was for mending. Tonight was for possibilities.

Alisa believed in the possibilities even if Dylan didn’t.

The puppy let out another whimper and Grant cocked his head to one side. “Is that a dog?”

“New puppy,” she said, leading him toward the den. “I think he misses Mom.”

“What kind?” he asked with the barest trace of interest.

“Golden retriever. You want to see him?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Sure.”

“This way,” she said, and led him to the Florida room where Dylan was petting the puppy and talking to him in a low voice. He shook his head. “I hate to hear you cry, bud, but you have to get used to this kennel until you learn not to take a leak on the floor.”

Clearly pleased with the attention, Tonto wagged his tail.

“Nice-looking animal,” Grant said.

Both Dylan and the puppy looked up. Dylan met Grant’s gaze. “Thanks.”

Grant moved closer to pet the dog. “Did you just get him?”

Dylan nodded. “A gift,” he said, and the word sounded a bit forced to Alisa. “Watch your shoes. Tonto’s not particular.”

Grant glanced from Alisa to Tonto back to Dylan, and a wry smile cracked his practically perfect face. He bent down to pet the dog anyway. “I always wanted a golden retriever.”

“Then you have something in common with Dylan,” Alisa said. “He always wanted one, too.”

Dylan shot Grant a curious glance. “Why didn’t you ever have one?”

“My mother had a poodle. She thought retrievers were too big for the house.”

Dylan shrugged. “At least you had a poodle.”

“My mother had a poodle,” Grant corrected. “And that dog didn’t like kids. I’m not sure my parents liked kids, either,” he said with a wry chuckle.

At a loss, Alisa glanced at Dylan for help. He was clearly lost in thought. “Your sister and brother were also invited, but we didn’t hear from either of them.”

“My brother’s in Bangladesh finding himself, so I doubt he’ll be showing.

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