His Housekeeper Bride
Office of the CEO, Howlcat Industries, Sydney Harbour, the present day
'Why, Bren? Why the—?' Mark skidded to a mental halt, remembering his three-year-old niece was sitting on his lap. Shelby was prone to repeat anything he said and then bat her long golden eyelashes at her father when she got in trouble for it, saying, 'But Unca Mark says it.' He amended his words. 'You think she'll do, so why do I have to interview this woman? She's a housekeeper. I have better things to do with my time than—'
Brenda Compton, née Hannaford, pulled her thick dark-blonde hair back off her face and fanned her neck, but grinned at Mark's careful pruning of his language. 'Well, of course, if you want me to conduct the interviews for you, find another… um… suitable woman…'
He set his jaw at the reminder. He might be CEO of Howlcat Industries, Australia's most successful engineering firm, in total control of the company he'd built from the ground up— but at home he had too many reminders of his humanity. His family knew him well, as no one else did—his hidden weaknesses, the way he spaced out when c ... read full excerpt from: His Housekeeper Bride ebook