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       She didn’t set out to kiss him.

      It was just … a kiss seemed a way to halt him in his tracks.

      All she did was frame his face in her hands and press her lips against his for a couple of seconds. That was all it took for Maguire to go from manic energy machine to statue still.

      With that first contact, her lips seemed to instantly recognize that Maguire was nothing like any man she’d ever known.

      She’d felt so trapped these past two months, caged so tightly she couldn’t seem to free herself. Maguire had inserted himself in the role of her white knight—more like her kidnapper—but that wasn’t the man she found herself kissing.

      It wasn’t a hero who kissed her back.

      It was a man.

      About the Author

      JENNIFER GREENE lives near Lake Michigan with her husband and an assorted menagerie of pets. Michigan State University has honored her as an outstanding woman graduate for her work with women on campus.

      Jennifer has written more than seventy love stories, for which she has won numerous awards, including four RITA® Awards from the Romance Writers of America and both their Hall of Fame and Lifetime Achievement Awards.

      You’re welcome to contact Jennifer through her website at www.jennifergreene.com.

      Dear Reader,

      I was thinking about my daughter when I wrote this book. She came out of the womb knowing how to handle men—she had her father doing anything she wanted before she could even talk. Of course she’s beautiful … and kind … so that was part of the picture.

      The story idea came from that premise … The hero initially thinks he’s handling the heroine (of course). He comes into her life when she’s in trouble, pitches in like the true hero he is. (He was so fun to write!) But even though he didn’t know it—and probably still doesn’t—my heroine was really doing all the handling.

      He rescues her … but she rescues him right back.

      I hope you like the story! And please feel to write me, either through my website, www.jennifergreene.com, or the Facebook page for “Jennifer Greene Author.”

       Jennifer Greene

      THE BILLIONAIRE’S HANDLER

      JENNIFER GREENE

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       Prologue

      Maguire climbed aboard, wasting no time before kicking off his shoes and sinking into the white leather couch. Maybe he was stuck suffering through a Puccini opera tonight, but there were advantages to being the lone traveler on a private jet. Not only did he own the escape vehicle—which was mighty convenient—but on the long-hour flight to New York, he could bank a serious snooze.

      That was the plan.

      But he closed his eyes, expecting to hear the door close and the engines start up. Instead, he heard a kid’s breathless voice, yelling all the way from the tarmac.

      “Mr. Cochran? Mr. Cochran!”

      The boy wore a courier uniform, and bounded into the cabin with a flushed face and a self-important air.

      “I was told to deliver this to you immediately, sir.”

      “Thank you.” Maguire tipped him and sent him on his way. The pilot had already stepped out of the cockpit to see if there was a problem. Maguire asked him to hold up for two shakes until he had a chance to find out what was so critical in the ordinary manila envelope.

      The return address warned him, but the picture that spilled out brought an immediate scowl to his forehead.

      He’d seen the photo before. The young woman was sitting on a carpet with a half-dozen children. The kids all appeared to be disabled in different ways. They were clapping hands with her, playing some kind of game or song. She was sitting on her knees, just like the kids, her pale hair wisping around her cheeks, her eyes full of laughter. Everything about her looked as fragile as powder.

      “The situation has deteriorated,” was the opening line in the report from his investigator.

      Maguire read on. Some of it, he already knew. The job she loved was in jeopardy. Her place was constantly hounded by strangers. She’d tried a change in phones, which was like plugging a finger in a dike. Then she’d tried security, but what she knew about security measures wouldn’t fill a thimble. A second photo showed an exhausted woman with shadowed eyes, who looked as if she’d been eating a nonstop diet of nerves and stress.

      The break-in was the recent development.

      “The police are looking into it,” his investigator reported, “but this could be the straw that broke the camel’s back. Last night her brother visited her. He called an ambulance. At this time, I’ve been unable to substantiate what the medical problem is.”

      Maguire put down the envelope, his mind spinning a hundred miles an hour. None of this should have anything to do with him. He hadn’t caused the crisis, didn’t even know the damn woman.

      Even though his father had died, it seemed Maguire was still stuck cleaning up the man’s messes.

      “Sir?” The pilot hovered in the cockpit doorway, waiting for instructions.

      “See how fast you can change flight plans. We’re canceling the New York trip. I need to fly into South Bend, Indiana.”

      He put a dozen things in motion within minutes, as if he’d been prepared for this contingency for some time—which, of course, he had. He’d known this could happen. Known he might have to become involved.

      Sometimes there was a problem that only a billionaire could handle. The irony was that money had nothing to do with it.

       Chapter One

      When Carolina Daniels opened her eyes, she seemed to have dropped into someone else’s life.

      Nothing in her vision was familiar.

      The blue blanket comfortably snuggled under her chin wasn’t hers. The pillow under her head was flat instead of poofy and the serene blue walls and contemporary decor had nothing in common with her bedroom. The room wasn’t just tidy; there wasn’t a single mess in sight—no open books, no shoes, no sweaters draping chairs, no half-opened bag of Oreos by the bed.

      The lack of Oreos was proof positive. Either someone had given her

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