to conversation about the book she had been reading before she went to sleep... How embarrassing was it that this man-a man whose every movement was a
relative of
housekeeper would be doing in th
same thing, as he gave her a mock
to tell me wh
y muscled chest, those dark eyes narrowed on her ominously. "I think a more interesting question to answer
own beneath the man's tight black sweater, now recoiled as she hear
wh
t it's any of your business, but my name is Caroline Anderson, and I'm staying here so that I migh
straightened, his dark gaze incredulous as it
why that should mean anything to him. At the same time she
nows you'
b done," Why was she explaining herself to this man? What was it about him that compelled he
home," the burglar-who-wasn't-a-burglar murmured, with a self-derisi
gaped! This tall, dark and magnetically handsome man was Nicholas Connelly himself. The son of F
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are at him with a frown on her face. She probably had to sit down before she fell down, Nicholas acknowledged ruefully. No doubt it had been unnerving earlier, for th
were coming here? I mean, does he know that you're here?" Surely Frank would
cholas sai
O
him that I was coming, Caroline. I thought I'd just lay low here for a few days bef
me physical resemblance with his father? Probably because she had
two and two together and realized this man was probably rel
lance between me and my dad?" Ni
r father and let him know that you are here," she sa
course, do what
t Frank had once told her that he had one child. An only son who Caroline now realized was looking at her with far too much familiarity. Th
u excuse me for a few moments? If we are going to continue this conversation I would like to go u
it," he confirmed. "And isn't
is man's strong arms wearing nothing more than a pair of thin cotton pajamas... "N
away, pretty sure that the good assistant was going u
e library. The first thing she did when she got to her room was call Frank, who
ed up, "Why are you calling so la
sir, but your son showed up at the house not too long ago and