The Millionaire's Christmas Wife
Denise Watson wondered if Gideon Falcon would be on time for his three o'clock appointment. She was an if-I'm-not-five-minutes-early-I'm-late kind of person herself, but he didn't come across as a man who kept a close eye on the clock.
Anticipating his arrival, she stood at a window of her corner office, overlooking a bustling downtown Sacramento intersection. She'd moved her domestic-and-clerical-help agency, At Your Service, to this prestigious location a year ago, after four years of growing the business. She loved the view of the city skyline from her window.
From three stories up, Denise spotted a motorcycle zip into a just-vacated space on the street below. It had to be Gideon. A motorcycle would suit him—he was in the business of adventure, after all, flying planes and helicopters into remote areas, guiding office-bound executives on treks into the wilderness. He wouldn't use conventional transportation, not even in mid-December, with rain predicted by commute time.
She watched him unhook something long and narrow from the back of his bike, take off his helmet then stride toward her building.
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