“Where do I sign? Mr Mather, you have yourself a deal.”
“Flynn,” he found himself saying. “Call me Flynn. And I have another offer-slash-request to run past you as well.”
She blinked. How on earth hadn’t he noticed those eyes earlier?
“Which is…?”
“I have business in Munich later this month.”
“Munich? Munich in Germany?” She rubbed a hand against her chest as if to ease an ache there.
“The same. The business that calls me there is moving more quickly than originally anticipated so I find myself in a bit of a bind. I promised my PA that she could have several weeks leave over Christmas, you see?”
“Your PA?” Addie said.
He could tell she only asked from politeness and had no idea where he was going with this. He straightened. “Would you consider accompanying me to Munich and acting as my assistant for three or four weeks?”
Her jaw dropped.
“I loved the shimmering sensuality just beneath the surface. Author Michelle Douglas once again brings charm, innocence and romance with tenderness and blends them together spectacularly in this new story of hers.”
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Snowbound Surprise for the Billionaire
Michelle Douglas
At the age of eight MICHELLE DOUGLAS was asked what she wanted to be when she grew up. She answered, “A writer.” Years later she read an article about romance writing and thought, Ooh, that’ll be fun. She was right. When she’s not writing she can usually be found with her nose buried in a book. She is currently enrolled in an English Masters programme for the sole purpose of indulging her reading and writing habits further. She lives in a leafy suburb of Newcastle, on Australia’s east coast, with her own romantic hero—husband Greg, who is the inspiration behind all her happy endings.
Michelle would love you to visit her at her website: www.michelle-douglas.com.
To my Romance Authors’ Google Group—thank you, ladies, for your wisdom, your support and your friendship.
Contents
ADDIE SAUNTERED DOWN to Bruce Augustus’s pen, keeping her head high and her limbs loose while her lungs cramped and her eyes stung. There was probably no one watching her, but just in case.
She rounded the corner of the pen where the galvanised iron shelter finally hid her from the homestead. Pressing the back of her hand to her mouth, she swung herself over the fence, upturned the feed bin, collapsed down onto it and finally gave way to the sobs that raked through her.
The huge Hereford stud bull—ex-stud bull, he’d been retired for a few years now—nuzzled her ear. She leant forward, wrapped her arms around him and cried into his massive shoulder. He just stood there, nuzzling her and giving off animal warmth and a measure of comfort. Eventually though he snorted and stamped a foot and Addie knew it was time to pull herself together.
She eased away to rest back against the wooden palings behind and scrubbed her hands down her face. ‘Sorry, Bruce Augustus, what a big cry baby you must think me.’
He lowered his head to her lap and she scratched her hands up his nose and around his ears the way he loved. He groaned and rocked into her slightly, but she wasn’t afraid. He might be twelve hundred pounds of brute animal strength, but he’d never hurt her. They’d been hanging out since she was eight years old. She’d cried with him when her mother had died two years ago. She’d cried with him when her father had died four months ago.
And she’d cried with him when her best friend, Robbie, had died.
She closed her eyes. Her head dropped. Robbie.
Finally she’d thought she’d be free to keep her promise to Robbie, had practically tasted the freedom of it