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       “Do you believe in love at first sight?”

      Marcy held her breath. She had no right to ask him such a question. He was her employer, even if only temporarily, and she found him incredibly, inappropriately sexy and appealing, but she really shouldn’t be so personal.

      Still, she couldn’t take back the question.

      “I don’t know,” he said, his gaze direct. “I haven’t experienced it myself.”

      Which gave her an answer in itself. He hadn’t fallen for anyone at first sight, therefore he hadn’t fallen for her. A stifling blanket of disappointment dropped over her.

      Which was totally ridiculous, she realized. Why should she be disappointed?

      “Now, lust at first sight? That’s different.” He took a lock of her hair in his hand and rubbed it. “It’s soft. I’ve been wondering.”

      “You have?”

      “Since first sight.”

      “Which was only—” she did some quick calculations “—seventeen hours ago.”

      “First sight,” he repeated.

      Dear Reader,

      Have you ever set a goal for yourself then wouldn’t deviate from it—even though you should? Being adaptable can save us a lot of grief through the years, but occasionally it takes a momentous event—like falling in love—to make us realise when we’re sticking too closely to a plan.

      That describes the heroine in His Temporary Live-In Wife. For what she believes are really good reasons, she’s working toward a goal but with blinders on, not giving herself a chance to look even side-to-side to see what else might make her happy. Along comes our hero, who’s already achieved his goal and is looking for something new. He’s learned to adapt.

      It’s up to Eric to show Marcy that it’s okay to veer off course now and then, especially when the new direction could bring a greater happiness than the original path.

      I cheered them on as I wrote their story. I hope you will, too.

       Susan

      About the Author

      SUSAN CROSBY believes in the value of setting goals, but also in the magic of making wishes, which often do come true—as long as she works hard enough. Along life’s journey, she’s done a lot of the usual things—married, had children, attended college a little later than the average co-ed and earned a BA in English. Then she dove off the deep end into a full-time writing career, a wish come true.

      Susan enjoys writing about people who take a chance on love, sometimes against all odds. She loves warm, strong heroes and good-hearted, self-reliant heroines, and she will always believe in happily-ever-after.

      More can be learned about her at www.susancrosby.com.

       His Temporary Live-In Wife

      Susan Crosby

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

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      For Rob and Colleen, who live and love side by

      side. “Role model” may be a big, lofty title with

      lots of responsibility attached to it, but you’ve both

      worn it well.

       Chapter One

      “You want me to house-sit a vacant home? There’s no furniture? Nothing?” Marcy Monroe asked her employer, bewildered. The request was a first in her four years of working for At Your Service, a Sacramento high-end temp agency. “Who hires someone to do that?”

      “A cautious man, apparently.” The agency owner, Julia Swanson, smiled in that serene way she had. “I thought since your other house-sitting job fell through, you wouldn’t mind. The client will pay for a cot and sleeping bag.” She handed Marcy a sheet of paper. “Here’s a list of what he’ll need done in the next few days. As you can see, you’ll be busy. He bought it as a foreclosure, so it’s not in perfect shape. The job is much more than house-sitting. He’ll pay double your rate.”

      “Tell him to triple it and I’ll do the cleaning, too,” she muttered, perusing the task list. “It’ll save him having to hire a service, and it’ll keep me occupied while I’m there.”

      Julia picked up the phone and dialed.

      Marcy waved both hands, the paper flapping. “Julia, stop. I’m kidding!”

      “You’re kidding about offering to do the cleaning?” Julia asked.

      “No, I’d do it, but—”

      “Eric, hi, it’s Julia Swanson… ?. Yes, she’s sitting in my office right now. She wanted me to tell you she’s willing to do the cleaning, too, for an extra fee… ?.”

      That sneaky Julia, Marcy thought. She couldn’t say no now, and Julia knew it. “I don’t do windows,” Marcy whispered loudly.

      “Of course. Here she is.” Her eyes shimmering, Julia held out the phone to Marcy. “He’d like to speak with you.”

      Marcy shook her head at Julia but had to take the phone. “This is Marcy Monroe.”

      “Eric Sheridan, Ms. Monroe. Thank you very much for accepting the job. I can’t tell you what a relief that is to me.”

      She almost sighed. It was obviously a done deal. “I’m glad I can help.”

      “You know the house has been vacant for months. It needs a great deal of elbow grease. Plus, it’s one-and-a-half stories, with lots of windows.”

      Great, she thought. Just great. “That’s fine.”

      He hesitated a beat. “Did Julia show you the list?”

      “Yes, and I don’t foresee any problems, Mr. Sheridan. You can relax. I’m quite competent.”

      “I was already promised that. I’m leaving New York City today to drive across the country. Feel free to call me anytime you have questions. I’d rather not be surprised when I get there.”

      “I will, thanks.”

      “If you would put Julia back on, please?”

      Marcy passed her the phone and watched Julia laugh at something the man said. He’d been all business with her. Marcy couldn’t imagine what was so funny—unless it had to do with her somehow.

      After a few seconds, Julia hung up. “He said to hire a window-cleaning service.”

      Marcy felt her face heat. “He heard me say that?”

      “Apparently. Or he’s clairvoyant.”

      “What does he do?”

      “He’ll

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