Billionaire Bachelors: Garrett. Anne Marie Winston

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      She Was Not Going To Fall For Garrett Holden.

      He was a bully and a brute and a mean, hateful person…but that hadn’t been true for the five days since what she’d come to think of as The Television Truce. And if he smiled at her one more time, and spoke to her in that deep, dark, honey-over-whiskey voice, she might just grab him by the hair and kiss him until this ridiculous fascination was slaked.

      She was not going to fall for him.

      She didn’t feel that way about Garrett.

      Yet.

      Dear Reader,

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      Joan Marlow Golan

      Senior Editor, Silhouette Desire

      Billionaire Bachelors: Garrett

      Anne Marie Winston

      ANNE MARIE WINSTON

      RITA^® Award finalist and bestselling author Anne Marie Winston loves babies she can give back when they cry, animals in all shapes and sizes, and just about anything that blooms. When she’s not writing, she’s chauffeuring children to various activities, trying not to eat chocolate or reading anything she can find. She will dance at the slightest provocation and weeds her gardens when she can’t see the sun for the weeds anymore. You can learn more about Anne Marie’s novels by visiting her Web site at www.annemariewinston.com.

      For Lucie and Missy, the original roadkill kitties,

       and for the staff of the Waynesboro Veterinary Clinic. For many years of excellent care and for services above and beyond the call of sanity!

      Contents

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      One

      Garrett Holden strode up the cracking sidewalk and stepped onto the low front porch of the dilapidated half-house. He shook his head in disgust as he looked around the tiny dwelling. This was what he got for insisting that he be the one to notify the woman mentioned in his stepfather Robin Underwood’s will of Robin’s death.

      This wasn’t an area of Baltimore he usually frequented, with its tiny, narrow duplexes all crammed together on the streets across from the far reaches of the Johns Hopkins University campus. The front yards were minuscule. The backs, as he’d discovered when he’d driven down the alley behind the house on his initial pass, consisted largely of concrete slabs, not a blade of grass in sight. He’d been relieved to find a parking space within sight of the address where he could keep an eye on his imported sports car. Though he hadn’t seen anyone suspicious, the area looked like a prime target for crime. He couldn’t imagine how on earth Robin had gotten involved with anyone from this locale.

      The lady apparently had a green thumb, he thought as he surveyed her small square of earth. Late summer flowers were everywhere, blooming in great untidy bursts of color all around the border of the little yard, growing through the sagging picket fence. A pink rambler rose completely blotted out the sunlight from a full half of the rickety board porch that stretched across the front of the place. There were a few rotted boards on the porch floor that had broken through and he stayed close to her front door, hoping that the owner had had the sense to keep the main entry where people walked in better repair than the rest.

      He put his finger on the bell and pressed hard. No answering sound alerted the occupants of a visitor. Pulling open the torn screen door, he rapped sharply at the wooden door. A surprisingly clean white lacy curtain blocked his view through the window in the upper part of the door. Still hearing no sound of anyone walking toward the door, he rapped again. “Hello? Anyone home?”

      “Just a moment.” The voice was feminine, faraway and distinctly frustrated.

      He waited impatiently, glancing twice at his watch before a rustling at the curtain preceded the opening of the inner door. A face stared out at him.

      Garrett stared back. She wasn’t what he’d expected. At all. Actually, he hadn’t known what to expect, but this—this wood nymph wasn’t it. It was a fanciful thought for a man who dealt largely in numbers, but it was strangely appropriate.

      For one thing, she wasn’t nearly as old as he’d expected any acquaintance of Robin’s to be. For another, she was one of the most strikingly beautiful women he’d ever seen. Even with her red-gold tangle of tresses jammed into a messy pile atop her head and corkscrew curls escaping to bob wildly around her small, heart-shaped face, she was beautiful. Her eyes were an arresting vivid blue-green, large and lushly lashed, with brows that rose above them on her high forehead like perfect crescents. Her cheekbones were slanted, her little chin almost too pointy. But her mouth was full and pink in contrast to the rest of her creamy satin complexion.

      And for yet a third thing, she was, well, stacked was the only word that sprang to mind. Beneath a soft jade T-shirt that brought out the color in her eyes and the casual jean shorts was a lithe, curvaceous figure that even the baggiest of shirts couldn’t hide.

      And hers wasn’t baggy. If anything, it had been washed once too often and had shrunk a size or two. The shirt was ripped across one shoulder, baring an expanse of silky-looking skin that made him want to reach through the torn screen and touch. In her hands she carried a handful of multicolored ribbon that fluttered and clung to her body as she moved. One silky strand had flipped upward to curl around her left breast, outlining the full, rounded mound and his gaze followed the path of the ribbon as he tried to fathom her connection to his stepfather.

      Abruptly he faced the truth he’d been hoping hadn’t been true at all: this woman must have been Robin’s lover. Why else would he have been seeing someone so young and…unsuitable for him?

      Belatedly he realized that he was staring at her. He flushed, annoyed with himself.

      “May I help you?” Her gaze was direct and unsmiling, her words clearly enunciated in a prim British accent.

      “I’m looking for Ana Birch.”

      “You’ve found her.” Her voice was