Meet Stuart Duchenko
Millionaire Stuart Duchenko doesn’t trust easily. And with good reason. Orphaned as a teenager, the asthmatic and self-conscious Stuart spent his formative years living with his distant, ruthless tycoon of a grandfather, the infamous Theodore Duchenko. He finally thought he discovered love in college, but the affair turned out to be nothing more than an illusion. His fortune-hunting girlfriend actually used him to meet – and marry – his grandfather!
Is it any wonder then that Patience Rush with all her secrets has him more than a little suspicious? After all, the woman has practically taken over his great-aunt Anastasia’s life. He’s bound and determined to learn all he can about his aunt’s mysterious live-in maid. There’s only one tiny problem: The enigmatic Patience is the most fascinating woman he’s ever met.
Is he about to fall for another illusion? Or find true love?
HERE’S A SNIPPET TO WHET YOUR APPETITE
There was a weight vibrating on his chest. He must have left the door open when he came upstairs. “It better be light out, Nigel,” he muttered. Freeing a hand from under the covers, he felt around until his fingers found fur. Immediately, the purring increased as Nigel leaned into the touch. A sad voice in his head noted this was the most action he’d had in his bed in way too long. “Hey, be careful with the claws, buddy,” he said when the cat began kneading the blanket. “I might need those parts someday.” You never knew. A social life might spontaneously develop. Stranger things had happened.
Awkwardness was labeled snobbery. Desirability was measured in terms of your bank account. You had to be constantly on guard, assessing the motives of every person that crossed your path. The one time he hadn’t…well, that had taught him two lessons. Don’t let sex cloud your judgment and even family members will screw you over. Except for Ana, that is. Ana was the one family member who loved him for him.
Nigel’s head butted his hand, a not so subtle way of saying . Giving a half sigh, Stuart opened his eyes, then blinked when he saw Nigel in perfect focus. He’d forgotten to take out his contact lenses again. No wonder his eyes felt as if they had sand in them. What time was it anyway? Yesterday had wiped him out so badly he barely remembered falling into bed.
Not too wiped out to go toe-to-toe with the housekeeper, though. It was a bit arrogant of him showing up without warning, but he’d wanted to catch her off guard. To see how she’d react to learning she wouldn’t have the run of the brownstone.
Turned out she reacted to the blind side better than most of his legal opponents.
Most of his legal opponents didn’t have eyes that lit up like chocolate diamonds, either. Dark and sinfully rich, their spark got his adrenaline going in a way practicing law didn’t. A guy could make a career out of looking for ways to make those eyes light up.
What was that about not letting sex cloud his judgment? Ignoring Nigel’s protest, he rolled onto his side and reached for the phone on the nightstand. It was early, he thought, noting the time, but not so early to reach an associate. The ambitious ones practically slept at the firm. A few minutes of scrolling through his contacts found him the name he wanted.
Just as he expected, Bob Cunningham answered on the first ring. “Welcome back. I hear congratulations are in order.” He was referring to the LA case.
“Too bad the former Mrs. Wentworth didn’t come to her senses last year.” Instead, she’d put her late husband’s family through hell and sentenced Stuart to months of aggravation, not to mention opening the door for Patience Rush. “There are a couple details to iron out that I’ll talk to you about later. In the meantime, I need some background research done. A woman named Patience Rush.”
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