Where The Heart Is
Chapter One
The last thing Shelley Wilde expected to find tucked away in the self-conscious gilt and velvet of her client's house was a man like Cain Remington.
Not that the French antique reproductions were Shelley's fault. She had done everything except hold a gun to JoLynn's stylish head and demand that she have a home that lived up to the spare elegance of its Pacific Palisades setting.
The land was magnificent.
The sky was a cloudless, burning blue. To the west, dry hills marched steeply down to the Pacific Ocean. Bleached by southern California's sun, grass on the hillsides rippled in a tawny echo of the sea's restless waves.
The view of water, wind, and land was untamed even by the expensive homes that stood astride the very crests of the hills.
At least the architect understood the view, Shelley thought. The house itself has clean lines and a wonderful sense of place.
What a pity that my client has neither.
The air inside the house was filtered, refrigerated, and carefully odorless. It could have belonged to a hotel anywhere in the world.
Outside the house, ... read full excerpt from Where The Heart Is ebook
