A Mother For The Tycoon's Child. Patricia Thayer

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      Then other dormant feelings raced through him as he took in the woman’s long auburn hair brushing her shoulders in soft curls and encircling her heart-shaped face. Her pert nose wrinkled when she smiled. She had a fresh-scrubbed look that he found appealing.

      “It seems your daughter has found a friend,” Mrs. Keenan said, breaking into his thoughts. Then she turned and walked away.

      Just then Lauren became aware of his presence. The joy in her eyes faded as she climbed down and hurried to his side.

      Justin knelt and wrapped his arms around his daughter. “Lauren, you shouldn’t have run off. I was worried.”

      “Sorry,” she whispered.

      “Just tell me the next time. Okay?” He rose and turned to the woman who’d managed to gain his daughter’s trust. “I’m Justin Hilliard.” He held out his hand.

      “Morgan Keenan.” They shook hands. “And I apologize. I had no idea that Lauren was missing, or that she was your daughter.”

      “She usually doesn’t wander off.” Or talk to strangers, he thought.

      “Well, she’s welcome here anytime.” Morgan looked at the child and smiled. “As long as she asks for permission first.”

      Ms. Keenan was even lovelier close up. Her eyes were a deep emerald-green and expressive. Who would have thought the all-business mayor he’d talked with would turn out to look so soft…so feminine? His throat suddenly went dry. “I don’t see it as a problem.”

      “Good.” Morgan brushed her hand against her long skirt. “I hope you and Lauren had a pleasant trip here.”

      “We had a few delays,” he said, his hand on Lauren’s shoulder. “I hope my tardiness hasn’t caused problems for you.”

      Morgan shook her head, fighting her nervousness. Justin Hilliard was more handsome than in his magazine and newspaper pictures. Tall, with wide shoulders, he was dressed in jeans, boots and a coffee-colored, cable-knit sweater.

      Her attention went to his steel-gray eyes. “I’d planned to spend the day with you…I mean I was scheduled to present the Silver Sky Canyon project.”

      He frowned. “I apologize. I need to reschedule our meeting.” He raised a hand. “It will be at your convenience. Since I’ve brought Lauren along, I’ve decided to stay the week. I thought I would mix business with some pleasure time with her.”

      It was a good sign that a busy CEO like Justin Hilliard was going to be here all week. “That’s wonderful. There is so much to see and do around here. I hope you brought some warm clothes. They’re predicting snow this week. Probably just flurries, but it’s still fun to watch.” Why was she babbling? “But then you get snow in Denver.” She finally shut her mouth when she saw his smile.

      “I’m sorry, Mr. Hilliard. As you can tell I’m anxious to tell you about the project.”

      “There’s no need to apologize and, please, call me Justin.”

      “And I’m Morgan.” She was just happy he was here. She’d been afraid he’d changed his mind. “And yes, we definitely can reschedule our meeting.” She glanced at the little girl. “And maybe after you rest Lauren, we can have a look around town.”

      With questioning eyes, Lauren glanced up at her father.

      “I think we both would enjoy a trip around Destiny,” he said.

      At that moment, Claire Keenan rejoined the group. “Then, let’s get you settled Mr. Hilliard. We can send sandwiches up to the suite.”

      “I don’t want to be a bother.”

      She waved her hand in the air. “Oh, it’s not a bother at all. We want you to feel welcome.”

      Justin looked back at Morgan Keenan. “I thought that was your job.”

      A delightful blush crossed her cheeks. “I’ll do my part, but my mother’s cooking is just one of the fringe benefits Destiny has to offer.”

      The look in his eyes sent a strange feeling coursing through Morgan’s veins.

      “I can hardly wait to discover the others,” he told her.

      Morgan walked into the big kitchen, the hub of the Inn and the center of the Keenan family activates. This had been where she and her sisters, Paige and Leah, grew up.

      It was the heart of the home, where family problems were discussed and triumphs were cheered, tears shed and laughter shared.

      Claire Keenan turned as her daughter entered. “Are they settled in?”

      “They seem fine. Thank you, Mom, for handling things.”

      “It wasn’t a problem…we had the suite available.”

      “I should have booked him there in the first place, but I thought he would fly in only for the day. That he’d fly home tonight.” She frowned. “And bringing his daughter with him. That was a surprise.”

      Her mother smiled. “And she’s so sweet. I wonder where her mother is?”

      Finding information on Justin Hilliard hadn’t been hard. Morgan had gone to her sister. Paige had lived in Denver for nearly ten years and knew all about Hilliard Industries’ CEO, both professionally and personally. “He’d been divorced for over a year and has had custody of his daughter since his ex-wife was killed in an automobile accident six months ago.”

      “How sad,” Claire Keenan said. “That poor little thing. So both of them are alone.”

      Morgan didn’t like her mother’s curious look. It could only mean trouble. Since Morgan had returned from college, she’d tried to fix her up with every eligible man who’d come to the Inn.

      Just then her sisters, Paige and Leah, walked into the kitchen. “Is he here yet?” Leah asked.

      Morgan knew who they were talking about. “Yes, he’s here,” she told them.

      “Is he as handsome as his pictures?” Leah asked. The petite blonde couldn’t hide the twinkle in her brown eyes as she held out a computer printout from the Hilliard Industries’ Web site.

      Morgan had to admit that she hadn’t expected a hard-driving businessman to be so good-looking. That dark, wavy hair and those gray eyes were…She quickly pushed away the thought.

      “His looks have nothing to do with the man building a ski resort here.”

      Leah frowned. “Now, I am worried. She doesn’t even react to a gorgeous man.”

      “Why are you looking at other men anyway?” Morgan asked. “You two are married women.” She glanced pointedly down at their rounded bellies. “And pregnant.”

      “We’re not dead,” Paige informed her. The brunette’s hair was perfect as was СКАЧАТЬ