Dan needed a wife, and Amy seemed the ideal candidate. All he had to do was make her fall in love with him. But Amy had other ideas. And soon the workaholic single father was learning the new rules for dating and secretly yearning to give the one thing he never expected to give: his heart.
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Since selling her first story to Harlequin Books in 1999, Cindy has been forced to juggle her love of reading with her passion for creating stories of her own. But it's worth it. Writing for Harlequin Special Edition is a dream come true.
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It was lust, Amy Logan decided as she pressed the dough into the pie crust with extra fervor. Pure and simple lust.
After all, it would be unnatural to live with such a handsome man for three years and not have the oc-casional urge to see him naked.
Having no sex in years probably didn't help, either, Amy thought, her lips twisting upward in a wry smile. Or the fact that this morning she'd slipped upstairs to get Emma her backpack and caught him just out of the shower.
Oh, he'd been perfectly presentable with a Turkish towel wrapped firmly around his waist. And she'd certainly seen him with his shirt off before.
Every summer he went to the pool at the country club with her and Emma at least a couple of times.
But there was something different about knowing that he'd been naked only moments before. Some-thing about seeing the droplets of water clinging to his broad chest. Something about smelling that deli-cious mixture of soap, shampoo and clean masculine flesh.
Amy inhaled deeply. Even now if she closed her eyes, she could still
"Got any coffee left?"
Amy's eyes popped open and she stilled, grateful she faced the wall. Otherwise the object of her desires might think she was having a sensual experi-ence with a pie crust.
Schooling her features into what she hoped was a nonchalant expression, Amy turned.
Dan Major stood in the center of the large modern kitchen wearing her favorite suit. The cut empha-sized his broad shoulders and lean hips and the navy color brought out the brilliant blue of his eyes. Still damp from the shower, his short dark hair fell into a careless wave on his forehead.
He was an inch or two over six feet and easily the most handsome man she'd ever known. It only made sense that she'd want to see him naked. What didn't make sense was why that desire had taken so long to surface.
She and the hunky widower had lived side by side for almost three years. Amy had always considered clothes She count the end was if Dan was home she'd make his lunch and maybe offer a snack in the afternoon.
After all, that's what he was paying her for; that and taking care of his young daughter, Emma. And not only did he pay her, he paid her very well. With the extra money she saved by living-in, she'd been able to get enough cash together to start a small catering business.
Last year when she'd shown Dan her business plan, he'd been surprised, then concerned. He'd asked her point-blank if she was planning to leave. But when she'd reassured him that this was just something extra she wanted to do for herself, he'd been supportive.
Shortly after that he'd had the antiquated kitchen in the large older home remodeled. And best of all, he'd solicited her input and hadn't batted an eye at her request for commercial-grade appliances.
For now she limited her efforts to catering small parties on the weekends and providing specialty desserts to a couple of restaurants. But she held high hopes for the future. One day she'd make enough so she could have her own home
"I'd be happy to get my own coffee, "
Dan's bemused voice broke through her reverie pulling Amy back to the present. She glanced down at the coffeepot she still held loosely in her hand. Ignoring Dan's teasing comment, Amy quickly poured a cup and set the steaming brew in front of him. No need to ask if he wanted cream or sugar. She had his likes and dislikes memorized. "Cinnamon roll?" she asked, appealing to his sweet tooth. "I made them this morning. Or I could whip up some bacon and eggs? It would only take a sec-ond"
"I'm afraid this will have to do." Dan glanced at the clock on the wall, took a hasty sip of coffee and pushed back his chair. "I have a meeting at the office at nine and I should've been gone by now."
At the first scrape of the chair legs against the hardwood floor, Amy sprang into action. Grabbing the travel mug from the cupboard, she filled it with the rich Columbian blend that was his favorite.
By the time she was done he was already in the doorway. He turned. "I should be home early, around five-thirty."
Amy let her gaze sweep over him, like it did over Emma every morning, making sure everything was in place. She frowned.
"Wait." She popped the lid on the travel mug and quickly crossed the room. But instead of handing him the coffee, she placed it on the counter and stepped close. "Your tie needs some help."
Grabbing the silk fabric, she loosened the off-center knot and with well-practiced ease, quickly retied it. But instead of taking a step back, she let her fingers linger.
Dan was in a hurry. He'd made that perfectly clear. Her head told her to step back, hand him the travel mug and send him on his way. But her feet wouldn't move. The air surrounding them grew thick. It was as if an invisible web encased them. Time, which had been ticking onward with rhythmic precision, came to an abrupt halt.
The subtle scent of his cologne teased her nostrils.
She wanted to pull him close and press her lips to his, relieve this tension that had built up inside her. Instead she dropped her hands, placed them on her rounded hips and gave him a once-over. "Now you look presentable."
Amy had learned long ago the perils of being foolish. And thinking that Danhandsome, success-ful Dan, who could have any woman he wanted in the entire city of Chicagowas attracted to her would be the height of folly. He liked her, admired her, appreciated her. But any electricity she felt was definitely one-sided.
"Thanks." The dimple in his left cheek flashed. He reached down and picked up the mug she'd placed on the counter. "And I appreciate the coffee."
Somehow Amy managed an easy smile. "Any-time."
She stood at the door and watched him get in the car. As he drove off, she lifted her hand and waved goodbye, then took a few steps and collapsed in a nearby chair. What in the world had she been thinking?
Dan wasn't interested in her. And even if there was a tiny spark of something between them, there was no way she could compete with Tess Major's memory and come out ahead. Other women had tried and they'd all failed. And that's what Amy needed to remember before she did something she'd live to regret.
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Id say this is a simple cute story. Straight forward plot, a little on the predictable side. But the writing is well done so Id say if the synopses appeals to you, buy it, you'll like it.