The Spy Who Tamed Me. Kelly Hunter
Читать онлайн.| Название | The Spy Who Tamed Me |
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| Автор произведения | Kelly Hunter |
| Жанр | Короткие любовные романы |
| Серия | Mills & Boon Modern |
| Издательство | Короткие любовные романы |
| Год выпуска | 0 |
| isbn | 9781472098580 |
‘Your reputation precedes you, Mr West.’
Her voice came at him gravel-rough, with just enough honey at the edges to keep things interesting. She bent lower; she had to if she wanted to get a good look at his face.
‘You’re not as pretty as I’d been led to expect.’
‘Give me time. Bruises fade.’
Rowan smiled at him then, careless and casual, and that smile …
That smile was a weapon.
‘Mr West, let me drive you up to the house and have a medic take a look at you. My men are taking bets on how many ribs you’ve broken and whether you’ve lost your hearing. Odds are three to one that you’re simply a very good lip-reader.’
‘They just want to look at my lips.’
Jared let them curve and he knew what effect they had—of that she was certain.
‘I get that a lot.’
‘And I’m sure you use it to your best advantage.’ She let her gaze linger, appreciating him, and after a slow count to three she stopped. ‘The fact remains that I’d like someone to take a look at you.’
‘Is that an order?’
‘Do you take them?’
He smiled again. ‘From you, I might.’
KELLY HUNTER has always had a weakness for fairytales, fantasy worlds, and losing herself in a good book. She is married with two children, avoids cooking and cleaning and, despite the best efforts of her family, is no sports fan! Kelly is, however, a keen gardener and has a fondness for roses. Kelly was born in Australia and has travelled extensively. Although she enjoys living and working in different parts of the world, she still calls Australia home.
The Spy who Tamed Me
Kelly Hunter
MILLS & BOON
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For my wonderful editor, Joanne Grant.
Thanks for your patience.
Table of Contents
ROWAN FARRINGDON DREADED Sunday dinners with her parents. The tradition was a new one, instated exactly one month after her parents had retired and bought themselves a gleaming glory of a house that has all the showiness of a museum and no warmth whatsoever. Even the floral arrangements were formal.
She’d made a mistake two months ago, when she’d turned up with an armful of scented overblown cream- and butter-coloured roses and had had them relegated to the laundry sink—doubtless to be tossed out at her mother’s earliest convenience.
She hadn’t made that mistake again.
For some reason her mother loved this house, and insisted that Rowan—as her only child and heir—love the house as well.
Never going to happen.
Rowan’s hurried ‘I’m well set up already, Mum. Sell the house. Spend every last penny you have before you go, I really won’t mind …’ probably hadn’t been the most politically sensible thought ever voiced, but Rowan had meant every word of it.
To say that Rowan and her mother neither knew nor understood each other was something of an understatement.
Four people graced the enormous round table at this particular evening’s formal dinner. Rowan’s mother, father, grandfather, and herself. Presumably the round table gave the impression that everyone sitting at it was of equal