Bound By Contract. Кэрол Мортимер

glanced once again at the sleeping Madison. ‘Who is she, Edgar?’ He frowned heavily.

      Was it his imagination, or did the older man look evasive, just for a brief moment? If he did, it was so fleeting it was barely there at all. But, even so, Gideon felt uneasy. There was something about his god-daughter Edgar wasn’t telling him…

      ‘You said she’s the daughter of an old friend of yours…?’ he prompted slowly.

      ‘That’s right,’ Edgar answered briskly. ‘Malcolm McGuire.’

      Which meant precisely nothing to Gideon. Nevertheless, he still felt there was something Edgar was holding back…

      ‘Should I know him?’ he persisted.

      Edgar shrugged. ‘I doubt it. He’s a businessman. Casinos,’ he added as Gideon continued to look at him with narrowed eyes.

      Which was why the family was based in Nevada, Gideon realised.

      His gaze returned to Madison as she lay innocently sleeping. There was something here that didn’t add up. He just didn’t know what it was! And it was a sure fact Edgar wasn’t going to be the one to tell him!

      Gideon could feel it inside him; Madison McGuire was going to be trouble.

      The question was, would she be worth that trouble…?