Her Millionaire, His Miracle. Myrna Mackenzie

she should think of him. An experiment, a laboratory subject. But then she thought of his skin against hers when his hand had closed over her fingers and how she had had to look up into those dimming but still-fierce eyes, and everything in her world seemed to narrow to him and her and—

      “Okay, not a lab experiment. A man who, unfortunately, makes you hot.” One it was dangerous to stare at too much.

      “Too bad, Byars,” she told herself. She had signed on the dotted line. Jeremy Fulton was hers to watch. For now.

      CHAPTER FOUR

      IT HAD been a reasonably successful week, Jeremy tried to tell himself as he shuffled papers at his desk. The private investigator had met with him and Eden and had reported that he had located a former employee of the sperm bank and hoped to be able to finagle a lead out of that. In addition, Jeremy’s business was going as well as it always had.

      So, it wasn’t business that was bothering him right now. It wasn’t even his blindness, at least no more than usual.