Discovering Duncan. Mary Wilson Anne

      Duncan watched as Lauren turned those incredible eyes on him

      “So, you’re a pool shark, huh? And you accused me of being one.”

      He was glad that he hadn’t been able to sleep tonight, that he’d gone out to get a drink because his room had seemed so vast and empty. He liked being here with her. “I’m not that good. Trust me.”

      She smiled at him, a gentle expression, and he wished he could make her smile on command. “We’ll see, won’t we?”

      He found himself staring at her lips, and looked away. Needing a distraction—fast—he took his shot. A striped ball fell into the corner pocket, another one dropped into a side pocket.

      They continued to play, and he was doing well until he sensed Lauren behind him and missed.

      “Too bad,” she murmured as she leaned halfway across the table, lined up her shot, called it and made it. Along with two more. He studied the table, and couldn’t take his eyes off her.

      Duncan wanted to get to know her. He wanted to know what made Lauren Carter tick.

      And he had some pretty good ideas about how he’d go about finding that out.

      Dear Reader,

      Discovering Duncan is the first of four books in my RETURN TO SILVER CREEK series.

      Lauren Carter goes to Silver Creek, a small skiing town in the high mountain country of Nevada, as a private investigator. She’s trying to track down Duncan Bishop, a man who has all but dropped out of his world. She expects to find a man running away, a man who has turned his back on his wealth and power, but instead she finds a man in search of himself, a man going back to his past to find his future.

      Returning to Silver Creek lets four men who are at life-changing moments discover that they can indeed go home again. And that sometimes the answers are where we least expect to find them.

      I hope you enjoy Discovering Duncan, and will look for my next book, Judging Joshua, in August 2005.

      Discovering Duncan

      Mary Anne Wilson

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      ABOUT THE AUTHOR

      Mary Anne Wilson is a Canadian transplanted to Southern California, where she lives with her husband, three children and an assortment of animals. She knew she wanted to write romances when she found herself “rewriting” the great stories in literature, such as A Tale of Two Cities, to give them “happy endings.” Over her long career she’s published more than thirty romances, had her books on bestseller lists, been nominated for Reviewer’s Choice Awards and received a Career Achievement Award in Romantic Suspense. She’s looking forward to her next thirty books.

      Books by Mary Anne Wilson

      HARLEQUIN AMERICAN ROMANCE

      495—HART’S OBSESSION

      523—COULD IT BE YOU?

      543—HER BODYGUARD

      570—THE BRIDE WORE BLUE JEANS

      589—HART’S DREAM

      609—THE CHRISTMAS HUSBAND

      637—NINE MONTHS LATER…

      652—MISMATCHED MOMMY?

      670—JUST ONE TOUCH

      700—MR. WRONG!

      714—VALENTINE FOR AN ANGEL

      760—RICH, SINGLE & SEXY

      778—COWBOY IN A TUX

      826—THAT NIGHT WE MADE BABY

      891—REGARDING THE TYCOON’S TODDLER…*

      895—THE C.E.O. & THE SECRET HEIRESS *

      899—MILLIONAIRE’S CHRISTMAS MIRACLE *

      909—THE MCCALLUM QUINTUPLETS

      “And Babies Make Seven”

      952—MONTANA MIRACLE

      1003—PREDICTING RAIN? *

      1005—WINNING SARA’S HEART *

      1009—WHEN MEGAN SMILES *

      1062—DISCOVERING DUNCAN †

      For Taylor Anne Levin.

      I love you more than you can say you love me!

      Contents

       Chapter One

       Chapter Two

       Chapter Three

       Chapter Four

       Chapter Five

       Chapter Six

       Chapter Seven

       Chapter Eight

       Chapter Nine

       Chapter Ten

       Chapter Eleven

       Chapter Twelve

       Chapter Thirteen

       Chapter Fourteen

       Chapter Fifteen

      Chapter One

      “It’s nothing personal. This is business.”

      Duncan Bishop stared down at his father who sat behind the huge wood-and-marble desk in the private office of the CEO of Bishop International. The room was dead silent as the old man’s words faded into nothingness.

      Duncan Ross Bishop, or D.R. as he liked to be called, stared right back at his son, a look on his face that Duncan had seen many times in the years he’d been part of the Bishop business dealings. The “I’m doing it my way, so get out of my way” look. Before it had been annoying, maybe even frustrating, but now it was sickening.

      “Gary Tellgare is a friend.”

      D. R. Bishop, a giant of a man, was as fit and hard physically as he was in the business world. With a full head of snow-white hair, a neatly trimmed