“We need to talk and I didn’t want to wake Abby.”
Raine rolled her eyes. “You couldn’t have waited until I was dressed?”
Like a predator to its prey, Max stepped forward, narrowing the distance between them. Apparently he didn’t know the term personal space.
“There’s nothing you have that I haven’t seen,” he told her, eyes locked onto hers. “Throw your pants on if that makes you feel better.”
“Turn around.”
That cocky grin spread across his face. “Are you really going to stand there and act like you’re not turned on? That the fact we’re stuck here together hasn’t had you thinking, wondering?”
It was all the thinking and wondering that was driving her out of her mind. Hormones were evil. They reared their ugly heads when nothing could be done. Well, something could be done, but at what price?
* * *
Snowbound with a Billionaire is part of the No.1 bestselling series from Mills & Boon® Desire™—Billionaires & Babies: Powerful men…wrapped around their babies’ little fingers.
Snowbound
with a
Billionaire
Jules Bennett
National bestselling author JULES BENNETT’s love of storytelling started when she would get in trouble as a child and would tell her parents her imaginary friends were to blame. Since then, her vivid imagination has taken her down a path she’d only dreamed of. And after twelve years of owning and working in salons, she hung up her shears to write full-time.
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This book is for Allison, who is so much more than my niece—you’re my friend, my sounding board and my kids’ role model. Every day you continue to inspire me. Even through all of life’s obstacles, you rise above and I’m blessed to have you in my life.
Contents
One
Max Ford maneuvered his rental car carefully through the slushy streets. Granted this old, dirty snow lining the thoroughfares was nothing new to Lenox, Massachusetts, for the month of February, but it was quite a jump from the palm-draped avenues he was used to back in L.A.
He hadn’t been back to Lenox in years and hadn’t driven in snow in even longer, but, as he eased off the gas, he realized he’d missed doing this. Shooting a scene for a movie in the snow wasn’t the same as spending time off enjoying the pristine white surroundings. Besides, usually when he would shoot a winter locale, it was with man-made snow and not the God-given kind.
Since Max had grown up here, Lenox would always hold a special place in his heart. The population may be small, but the bank accounts of the residents were anything but. The sprawling estates had stood for decades; some were main residences, others second homes.
The two narrow lanes wound through town, and, just as Max rounded the last turn, he spotted a car off the side of the road, its back end sticking up out of a ditch. The flashers were on, and the back door opened. The afternoon sun shone through the car windows, revealing a woman—bundled up with a stocking cap over her head and a scarf wrapped around her neck and mouth—stepping out.
Instinct told him to slam on his brakes, but he was born and raised on the East Coast and knew better.
Carefully easing his car off the road just ahead of the wreck, Max left the engine running as he stepped out into the frigid temperatures. Damn, that biting cold was something he hadn’t missed.
Since he’d come straight from L.A., he didn’t exactly have the proper shoes to be trudging in the snow, but there was no way he would leave a woman stranded on the side of the road. Granted he was only a mile from his destination and could’ve called someone, but that wasn’t the type of man he was raised to be.
“Ma’am,” he called as he drew closer. “Are you all right?”
He wondered if she’d hear him over the howling wind, but when she froze at his voice, he assumed she’d realized she wasn’t alone.
The woman in a long, puffy gray coat turned. All Max could see was her eyes, but he’d know them anywhere. Those bright emerald-green eyes could pierce a man’s heart...and once upon a time, they had penetrated his.
“Raine?”
Her eyes widened as she reached up with a gloved hand to shove her scarf down below her chin. “Max, what are you doing here?”
It was too damn cold to be having a discussion about anything other than her current predicament, so he asked again, “Are you all right?”
She glanced over her shoulder, then back at him. “I’m fine, but the car is stuck.”
“I can give you a lift,” he offered. “Where are you going?”