Honeymoon For Hire. Cathy Gillen Thacker

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      Table of Contents

       Cover

       Back Cover Copy

       Title Page

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

       Chapter Four

       Chapter Five

       Chapter Six

       Chapter Seven

       Chapter Eight

       Chapter Nine

       Chapter Ten

       Chapter Eleven

       Chapter Twelve

       Copyright Page

Chapter One

      Hayley Alexander sized Dillon up with street smart expertise, ran a hand through the thick waves of her honey blond hair and let out a short exasperated sigh. “Look, Mr. Gallagher, I appreciate your dropping by, but if you’ve come to do the ‘merry widow’ routine on me, you can forget it. I’m much too busy subletting my apartment, looking for a job, and finding a new place to live to mess with the likes of you. So let’s do both ourselves a favor and make it short.”

      “Like I could get a word in edgewise,” Dillon drawled.

      “You’re sorry. I’m sorry. Thank you. And goodbye.” She punctuated each short sentence with a decisive wave of her hands, then started to palm the door shut on him.

      Dillon caught the edge of the door to her pricey New York City apartment and held firm’ easily preventing her from shutting it. “Whoa, babe.”

      “And don’t call me babe,” she snapped archly.

      He’d had a feeling she wouldn’t like that, no more than he liked taking the blame for something he hadn’t been about to do. “I don’t know what this merry widow routine is—”

      “You don’t?” Her jade green eyes widened in cool disbelief.

      “No, sweetheart, I don’t,” he replied.

      Dark green eyes flashing, she took a deep breath to bolster her determination. “Then let me spell it out for you,” she said.

      Dillon let go of the door and propped his spine against the jamb. Slouching slightly to better align his six-foot-three frame with her five-foot-eight height, he crossed his arms against his chest. “Considering how riled up it gets you, I can’t wait to hear.”

      She pursed her incredibly soft-looking lips together and shot him a drop-dead look that in no way detracted from her femininity. “Are you going to take me seriously, Mr. Gallagher?”

      That was a hard one to answer, considering she was mad at him for no reason at all.

      “’Cause if you’re not—” she warned.

      “Then what?” It had been a long time since he’d seen a woman with such spunk and vitality. Too long, he decided.

      She sighed and rolled her eyes. “You NCN News guys are all alike.”

      “Tell me about it,” he urged with an insolent grin.

      “I’m a lady. I don’t use obscene language.”

      He laughed. “I take it I’m not your first visitor?” he teased.

      “Since the Gulf War ended, there’ve been twenty-two of you. You, Mr. Gallagher, make it twenty-three.”

      That revealed, she turned her back on him and marched toward the kitchenette at the other end of the cluttered, overcrowded living room. Dillon followed, striding past a nubby oatmeal sofa, an easel, two eye-catching paintings of bunny rabbits and teddy bears, and a baby carriage heaped with clean laundry. “Let’s get back to the merry widow routine. What exactly is that?”

      She picked up a wrench and restlessly СКАЧАТЬ