Sandy blond hair and Hollywood good looks, Carter Billings could haveany woman he wants. However, when he makes his bid for the Governor’s seat inthe state of California, he needs to settle down and become a family man.Eliza, the woman he secretly adores, embodies the perfect amount of spice andpassion to suit his marital needs, but she’s not interested in becoming Mrs.Billings. She can’t even stand to be in the same room with him.
It’s much easierto drive Carter away than to give into desire. Matching couples is how sheearns a living, but getting married isn’t an option. The secrets she carriesare too dangerous to entangle anyone else. When her hidden identity and pastthreaten her future, she’s left with little choice. Carter is quick to offersolutions to both their problems, but saying yes could mean endangering the manshe’s growing to love.
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He foldedhis arms over his chest. “I suppose you could say I’m following Blake’s lead.Marriage solves a few fundamental problems in my career path.”
She staredat him full on now, not trying to look away. “Your problems. Not mine.”
“Problemsyou helped play a role in.” He saw the spark in her eye before she managed her first syllable of defense.
She satthe tea down and placed a hand on the counter. “That’s low, Carter.”
“And trueor you’d be the first to tell me I’m wrong. If I had a choice, I’d be marriedby Monday to help dispel all the media crap created by yours and Gwen’s nighton the Texas town. I thought I could come to you and obtain a little bit of cooperation.”
“A littlebit of cooperation. Marriage is a tad more than a little bit of anything.” Her voice rose and her knuckles started to grip the counter.
“Yet youearn your living arranging marriages or partnerships on trite reasons lessimportant than mine.” How dare she follow a moral high ground. Maybe she’dforgotten how well versed he was on her and Samantha’s business.
“Youforget that our clients have to approve of the relationships we arrange. They have to like the person—”
Helaughed, interrupting her. “Do you really want to pretend we aren’t friends toprove your point?”
Her cheeksgrew rosy which he had to admit was a much better than the pasty color she’dbeen sporting when he walked into the house. He felt the fire burning insideher as she shot daggers with her eyes.
“You’re mybest friend’s husband’s friend. If you’re looking for a wife you might peekinto your little black book, or whatever it is you use, and draw another name.”
Carter lethis arms drop and took two steps closer. The angrier she became, the more hisblood churned. His body responded to her outrage, but not in anger. “I don’t want to draw another name.”