Fool's Gold Collection Part 2. Susan Mallery

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      Fool’s Gold Collection Part 2

      Only Mine

      Only Yours

      Only His

      Only Us

      Susan Mallery

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Only Mine

      Praise for New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author

      SUSAN MALLERY

      “Mallery’s prose is luscious and provocative.”

      —Publishers Weekly

      “Susan Mallery’s gift for writing humor and tenderness make all her books true gems.”

      —RT Book Reviews

      “Romance novels don’t get much better than Mallery’s expert blend of emotional nuance, humor and superb storytelling.”

      —Booklist

      “Mallery sets up some very tough choices for her heroine, making this book compelling and intense.”

      —RT Book Reviews on Finding Perfect

      “[A]n emotional story with a beautiful happy ending! Another must read by Susan Mallery.”

      —Good Choice Reading on Almost Perfect

      “Warm, funny, and sexy, this lighthearted yet touching page-turner is a satisfying, rewarding read and the ‘perfect’ beginning for Mallery’s Fool’s Gold series.”

      —Library Journal on Chasing Perfect

      “As demonstrated in this compelling story, family doesn’t have to share blood, just emotions. Filled with emotional drama, devastating treachery and the power of love, this finale will delight fans.”

      —RT Book Reviews on Hot on Her Heels

      “One of the Top 10 Romance Novels of 2009!”

      —Booklist on Straight from the Hip

      To Marilyn, my sister of the heart.

       You are sweet and generous and funny, just like Dakota. This one’s for you.

Only Mine

      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 Sixteen

      Chapter Seventeen

      Chapter Eighteen

      Chapter Nineteen

      Chapter Twenty

      CHAPTER ONE

      “WHAT’S IT GOING TO take to get you to cooperate? Money? Threats? Either works for me.”

      Dakota Hendrix looked up from her laptop to find a very tall, stern-looking man standing over her. “Excuse me?”

      “You heard me. What’s it going to take?”

      She’d been warned there would be plenty of crazies hanging around, but she hadn’t actually believed it. Apparently she’d been wrong.

      “You have a lot of attitude for someone wearing a plaid flannel shirt,” she said, standing so she was at least something close to eye-level with the guy. If he hadn’t been so obviously annoyed, she would have thought he was pretty decent-looking, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes.

      He glanced down at himself, then back at her. “What does my shirt have to do with anything?”

      “It’s plaid.”

      “So?”

      “It’s hard to be intimidated by a man wearing plaid. I’m just saying. And flannel is a friendly fabric. A little down-home for most people. Now if you were in all black, with a leather jacket, I’d be a lot more nervous.”

      His expression tightened, as did a muscle in his jaw. His gaze sharpened, and she had a feeling that if he were just a little less civilized, he would throw something.

      “Having a bad day?” she asked cheerfully.

      “Something like that.” He spoke between clenched teeth.

      “Want to talk about it?”

      “I believe that’s how I started this conversation.”

      “No. You started by threatening me.” She smiled. “At the risk of sending your annoyance level from an eight to a ten, sometimes being nice is more effective. At least it is with me.” She held out her hand. “Hi. I’m Dakota Hendrix.”

      The man looked as if he would rather rip off her head than be polite, but after a couple of deep breaths, he shook hands with her and muttered, “Finn Andersson.”

      “Nice to meet you, Mr. Andersson.”

      “Finn.”

      “Finn,” she repeated, being more perky than usual, simply because she thought it would bug him. “How can I help you?”

      “I want to get my brothers off the show.”

      “Hence the threats.”

      He frowned. “Hence? Who says that?”

      “It’s a perfectly good word.”

      “Not where I come from.”

      She glanced down at the worn work boots he wore, then back to his shirt. “I’m almost afraid to ask where that is.”

      “South Salmon, Alaska.”

      “You’re a long way from home.”

      “Worse, I’m in California.”

      “Hey, you’re in my hometown. I’ll thank you to be polite.”

      He rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Fine. Whatever. You win. Can you help me with my brothers or not?”

      “It depends. What’s the problem?”

      She motioned to the seat across from her small desk. Finn hesitated for a second, then folded his long body into a seated position. She took her chair and waited.

      “They’re here,” he said at last, as if that explained everything.