Found: One Secret Baby
NANCY HOLLAND
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Table of Contents
The usual flicker of nerves made Rosalie Walker stand up straighter as the receptionist opened the door to show her visitor in. The appointment had been made this morning and she’d been too busy to Google this new client. Would Morgan Danby be a man or a woman?
She looked up, far up, into blue eyes fringed with thick, black lashes.
Definitely a man. A man she could have sworn she’d dreamed about.
The spark of interest she saw in his eyes filled her mind with images of naked bodies intertwined on white sands along sun-sparkled seas. She allowed herself one second to feel like a woman before the lawyer took over.
She extended her hand. “Rosalie Walker.” An involuntary purr shadowed her words.
But the spark in his eyes had burned itself out. He engulfed her hand in his, his no-nonsense expression just a step short of downright cold. “Morgan Danby.”
His voice was deep, and as sexy as the rest of him, but like his face, it held no warmth. Only for that one moment had his eyes shown any sign of a flesh-and-blood man hidden behind the mask.
“Sit down, Mr. Danby.” She gestured to the chair across the desk and sat in hers.
What would bring a gorgeous man in a hand-tailored suit and diamond cufflinks to a family law practice miles from Los Angeles’ center of glamor and wealth?
“How can I help you?” The tell-tale purr lingered, but luckily he didn’t seem to hear it.
“I’m here to learn more about