His Final Seduction. Lori Wilde

Taylor said.

      Quint gulped. The woman scared him. “You?”

      “I’m very happily married,” Taylor said. “I’m immune to your charms.”

      “Maybe,” Quint protested, “but Casanova’s romance is going to look like the put-up job it is if anyone recognizes you.”

      “Do you have a better idea?” Dougal asked.

      He thought of Jorgie. “As a matter of fact, I do.”

      Taylor leaned back in her chair. “I’m all ears.”

      “An old friend of mine just happens to be staying at the resort,” Quint said. “I’ve known her since we were teenagers. We’re just friends, it’s never been anything more, and she’s here nursing a broken heart. I think she’d be the perfect person to play Casanova’s conquest.”

      “Hmm.” Taylor studied him pensively. “It’s a thought.”

      “Do you think she’ll do it?” Dougal asked.

      “I’m having dinner with her tonight. I’ll ask,” he said, searching for anything to keep from having to try out Casanova’s power of seduction on Taylor.