A Mother For The Tycoon's Child. Patricia Thayer

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      The two sisters turned back to Morgan. “He brought his daughter?” Paige asked.

      “That’s impressive,” Leah added. “How old is she?”

      “She’s about five and adorable,” their mother informed them. “Her name is Lauren and she’s already gotten attached to Morgan.”

      Morgan covered her ears. “Stop it. None if this has anything to do with me getting the man to invest in our town. I haven’t even given my presentation.”

      “You’ll ace it,” Paige said confidently. “He was interested enough to come here. It’s a good investment.”

      “I still have to convince him.”

      Morgan wasn’t about to tell her family that the man brought it to the surface, causing feelings in her she hadn’t felt in a long time. Since college, she’d managed to keep men at arm’s length because she wasn’t going to chance getting hurt again.

      Justin Hilliard could make her change her mind. But for her own sanity, she refused to give that power to a man. Never again.

      When they reached the suite, Lauren went right to sleep, which gave Justin time to catch up with correspondence from the office. He sat at the antique desk and worked on his laptop, although this wasn’t exactly the atmosphere for business. In the corner of the room there was a huge fireplace with a love seat arranged in front of it, along with a plush rug. The bedroom had a huge canopy bed, and the bathroom a large claw-foot tub.

      He hadn’t originally planned on bringing Lauren along, since the business meeting wasn’t supposed to take longer than a day. Lately he made sure he was home in the evenings to be there for his daughter. In the past, he hadn’t been much of a part of Lauren’s young life, but that was all about to change.

      His daughter was going to come first from now on. They were going to be a real family. But first he had to concentrate on business, but he was having trouble.

      The memory of Morgan Keenan’s pretty face kept popping into his head. And he didn’t like that. He’d always prided himself on being able to stay focused on the task at hand.

      After pouring a cup of coffee, he went to the window and looked out at the magnificent mountain range encircling the small town of Destiny. The once silver-rich town was thriving no more. Not since the last large mine operation had shut down ten years ago. Now, the few thousand residents remaining had to rely on tourism.

      Mayor Morgan Keenan was doing just that, trying to bring industry to her town. Justin was intrigued, both with the town and the woman. Not a good combination, mixing business with pleasure.

      Years ago, when his marriage to Crystal failed he decided he was never going to get serious about another woman. He wasn’t going to live a celibate life, and when time allowed, he’d been discreet about his female companions, and extra careful not to end up in the tabloids.

      He’d had enough of the front page during his circus of a marriage and his ex-wife’s many indiscretions. Even after the divorce, Crystal had kept the drama going in his and their daughter’s life. But the loss of her mother had been devastating to Lauren.

      His child had always been his number one concern. That was what brought him here. They needed to get away from the past, to start a new life…in a new place. Maybe Destiny could be a fresh start for the both of them.

      There was a soft knock on the door and Justin went to answer and found Morgan Keenan standing at the threshold.

      “I don’t want to disturb you or Lauren but we thought you might be hungry.” She stepped aside to reveal a cart with sandwiches and milk and coffee.

      “Please, come in,” he said and moved aside so she could wheel the food tray in.

      Morgan placed it in front of the hearth. He watched as the slender woman bent over the table to arrange the meal. Her long skirt prevented him from telling if she had any curves but did catch a glimpse of her slim ankles.

      When she started for the door, he blocked her path. “Please, stay and join me,” he asked. “I hate to eat alone.”

      She hesitated, then looked toward the bedroom. “What about Lauren?”

      “She’s sound asleep.” He carried the chair from the desk to the table. “Please, sit.”

      “You don’t have to wait on me.”

      “A lady should always be seated before a man.”

      When she passed by him, he caught a whiff of her shampoo. It was some kind of soft, citrus scent. He took a seat opposite her.

      “I guess I should have asked if you’d eaten.”

      She shook her head. “Milk or coffee?”

      “Coffee, please.” He watched as she poured him a cup, then one for herself. He nodded toward the plate of sandwiches and after she took one, he helped himself to the thin sliced roast beef. It was delicious.

      “Would you mind if we went over some questions I have about the project?”

      She blinked. “Not at all.”

      “I’m concerned about access leading to the Silver Sky Canyon. The map shows it’s pretty far from the highway.”

      “That was a problem for a while. The private land owner is my brother-in-law Holt Rawlins. The original road was to cut across his ranch. In fact it’s a very beautiful natural area with waterfalls and wonderful hiking trails.”

      “Sounds like a place I’d like to see.”

      “It can be arranged for tomorrow, if weather permits.” Her gaze locked with his, but she quickly glanced away. “To get back to your question about access to the ski area, we found another way in. It’s on the back side of Holt’s ranch. It’s less intrusive to the environment and there’s less chance of disrupting the beauty of the area. Most importantly, Holt is willing to sell the property.”

      Justin tried to focus on her answers, but found he was more interested in watching her sip her coffee. The slender fingers that held the bone china cup were the same fingers that made the intricate stitches in the quilt downstairs. How would those delicate hands feel on him? He swiftly pushed aside the thought. He was way off track.

      “It sounds like you’ve spent a lot of time working out every detail of this project.”

      “It’s important to me. This town is important to me. I’ve lived here nearly all my life. And as mayor, I promised to help bring in revenue. We can’t survive without new business resources.”

      Justin smiled as he got up from the table and went to the window. “The view is breathtaking.”

      Morgan joined him at the large window overlooking the mountains. “You must have a view of the Rockies in Denver.”

      “Denver is beautiful, too. But there’s something here. A certain peace…serenity that seems to surround the СКАЧАТЬ