The Millionaire's Pregnant Wife
If he had to deal with inheriting a mansion he'd hated on sight, he'd rather do it alone.
If he had to go through all the boxes in one room of that mansion, searching for clues to a mother about whom"to put it mildly"he felt ambivalent, he'd much rather do it alone. But it would take forever, and Luke Griffin didn't have forever. He had a financial empire to maintain.
He needed help.
Not his usual way of operating. He'd been doing things on his own since he was too little to remember.
He thumbed through the Yellow Pages again until he found the company that had looked like a helpful lead. Organize Your Home. With a name like that, surely someone should be able to help him go through the boxes? The other choice was to haul them to the dump.
They were his only chance to find out anything about his past. Luke punched the numbers and waited for the ring.
"Hello?"
A woman's voice. A rich contralto voice, with an undertone of huskiness that managed to turn two ordinary syllables into something very close to an invitation. He said briskly, "Is this Organize Your Home?"
"You have the right number," the wom ... read full excerpt from: The Millionaire's Pregnant Wife ebook
