In Mcgillivray's Bed. Anne McAllister

after all. She’d practically begged him to let her stay with him, hadn’t she?

      So he was doing them both a favor.

      Roland Wheeler Dealer would get a few days of worrying about whether he’d drowned the boss’s daughter, and Hugh would have a beautiful sexy woman living in his house.

      If that didn’t convince Lisa once and for all that he was not interested in her, he didn’t know what would.

      Yes, of course Sydney St. John was a little bit whacko and more than a little bit gorgeous. And yes, all his hormones had sat up and taken note.

      So what? He could handle it.

      It was one night. Maybe two. At the most, three.

      How bad could it possibly be?