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      She was not a conventional beauty by any means, Jordan thought, studying her with unabashed interest. In fact, if he stood her up against the women he normally associated with, she’d be considered quite plain and even a little dowdy by comparison.

      Most of the women he knew wouldn’t be caught dead in that outfit. The black skirt was way too long and the shapeless knitted blue sweater did nothing for her figure.

      There was something about her, though, that caught his attention. Maybe it was her eyes, so full of warmth and concern, or that engaging quirk to her mouth when she smiled. She had the kind of full lips that always looked as if they were about to be kissed.

      He’d like to see her in a tight-fitting dress, he decided. From what he’d seen, he had an idea that Sadie Milligan had the kind of voluptuous figure that most men adored and women fought all their life to lose.

      “I could work in the kitchen if you prefer,” Sadie said, sounding unsure of herself for a change.

      He pulled his thoughts together, aware that he’d made her uncomfortable by his scrutiny. “Oh, no, I’m sure we can find a spot for you in here. If you clear off that table, you’ll have a space to work. I realize it’s not what you’re used to, but I’m sure we can manage. Just dump everything on the floor.”

      Everything, as far as he could see, was made up mainly of work papers that had occupied the floor anyway until Sadie had picked them up.

      Giving him a disapproving look that almost made him smile, she carefully piled the papers onto a chair, then sat down on the other one and opened up her suitcase.

      “You work for an architect, I understand,” she commented as she took out a notebook, a couple of pens, and a small alarm clock, which intrigued Jordan no end. Apparently Sadie Milligan was used to keeping strict hours.

      He felt a stab of guilt, realizing that she had gone above and beyond the call of duty so far that day. “Yes, I do. It’s a partnership, actually. Quite successful, too.” He strived to keep the gratification out of his voice. It had taken a lot of sacrifice and hard work to build up his side of the business, and the company was one of the few things he’d achieved in his life that he truly took pride in.

      “That’s nice.”

      He’d detected a tinge of sarcasm in her voice and he frowned. “They’ve built some pretty impressive buildings in the city,” he said defensively.

      “Really. They must make plenty of money then.”

      “Lots of it.” He was beginning to feel a little uneasy. She was obviously leading up to something.

      All he could see was her profile, but he could tell she was upset about something. His apprehension grew as he watched her apparently wrestling with her thoughts. Then she turned on him so abruptly she made him jump.

      “Well, I know it’s none of my business, but I think it’s disgusting. Do they have any idea how you live? If they’ve got all this money, surely they could give you a raise to tide you over until you get back on your feet? If I were you I’d demand a raise. Or find another job. You’re an intelligent man. There must be a lot of people out there who would love to pay you well for working for them. You are certainly worth far more than those cheapskates deserve, and if I worked there I’d tell them so.”

      Jordan’s jaw dropped. Never in his life had he been so passionately defended. She was wonderful. She was certainly wasting her time working as a temp. She should be studying to be a lawyer, or a politician.

      Sadie, it seemed, was now regretting her outburst. Her face red, she was making a big pretense of hunting through her briefcase for something. “Sorry,” she muttered. “None of my business.”

      “No, it’s all right,” Jordan assured her. “I appreciate your concern. Really.”

      She gave him a faint smile, and he found himself smiling back at her, a warm glow beginning to spread around his heart. Fortunately for his peace of mind, Sadie broke the spell by reaching for the computer. “We had better do some work, I suppose, or you might not have any choice about working for... ” She looked over at him. “What’s his name?”

      Jordan, still in a haze of well-being, gazed at her blankly. “Whose name?”

      “The hotshot, skinflint architect you work for.”

      “Er....” Jordan groped for a name and came up with his partner. “Gallagher. Richard Gallagher.” Sorry, Rich, he thought privately.

      “Hmm.” Sadie flicked the computer on and sat watching it boot up. “I don’t think I like your Richard Gallagher very much.”

      Jordan felt very glad he wasn’t the target of that remark. Deciding it was time to get down to some serious work, he switched his concentration onto the reports that were waiting for his attention.

      He was startled a couple of hours later by the shrill alarm of Sadie’s clock. “Time for a break,” she announced as she switched it off. “You probably need to go to the bathroom again.”

      He did, but he wasn’t sure he could have mentioned it in such an offhand manner. She may not have had a nurse’s training, he thought as he graciously allowed her to help him to the bathroom, but she had the bedside manner down pat.

      The rest of the afternoon passed swiftly, and Jordan was surprised by how much he had accomplished when Sadie’s alarm went off again.

      He expected her to grab her coat and take off. Instead, she insisted on heating up two of the frozen dinners, albeit serving them with a faint air of disgust, and then hung up the curtains again. She wrote down what seemed to be a long list of things she said he needed, and left without saying how she intended to pay for them.

      Her stern command to be careful still rang in his ears, long after she’d departed. He’d never realized before how quiet was his mooring on the river, and how far from civilization. Even the blaring of his portable TV did little to dispel the gloom that settled over him as he finished the second unappetizing mess in the pitiable foil compartments.

      He almost jumped out of his skin when the phone rang. Since Amber was the only one to have that number, he wasn’t surprised to hear her voice when he answered.

      “Just checking in to see how you’re doing,” she said cheerfully. “How’s the temp working out?”

      “She seems adequate,” Jordan said cautiously. He wasn’t about to wax poetic about his Florence Nightingale. His secretary knew him well enough to tell when he was impressed and he didn’t want her getting the wrong idea.

      “I trust you’re behaving yourself?”

      He frowned at that. “I never mix business with pleasure, as you very well know.”

      “Good. No problems, then?”

      “Not so far.”

      “How are you managing for meals?”

      “I’m doing fine with the frozen dinners.”

      “Is there anything else you need? I could drop in tomorrow with some supplies.”

      “No!” Jordan lowered his voice. “Thank you, Amber, but that won’t be necessary. Sa... Miss Milligan offered to bring in what I need.” If she can carry them all, he added inwardly.

      “Sounds as if she’s taking good care of you, then.”

      She didn’t know the half of it, Jordan thought with a smug smile as he replaced the receiver. He’d landed himself one heck of a deal. An efficient temp, a great cook, an attentive nurse and no strings. What else could any well-confirmed bachelor ask for?

      He rubbed his hands together and leaned back on the lumpy couch. It looked as if Jordan Trent had fallen smack on his feet again. He was beginning to look forward to the next four weeks after all.

      Chapter Three

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