Chapter One
"IT IS NEVER wise to become emotionally involved with a client,"
Vesta Briggs said.
"I'm not involved with Mack Easton." Cady cradled the phone against
her shoulder and tugged off first one high heel and then the other. "Not
in the way you mean. I'm just consulting for him. I thought I made that
clear."
There was a short, terse silence on the other end of the line. Cady
sighed silently and sank down onto the sofa. The phone had been ringing
a moment ago when she had come through the door. She had lunged
for it on the off chance that it was Fantasy Man.
It had not been Mack Easton. It had been her great-aunt.
"There's something in your voice when you talk about him," Vesta
said. Icicles of disapproval hung on each word. "I get the impression that
you are interested in him in a personal way."
"He's just a voice on the phone."
But what a voice. Every time she heard it, a thrill of awareness zinged
through each nerve ending. Her vivid imagination did the rest, conjuring
blatantly erotic fantasies out of thin air.
It was a voice that had b ... read full excerpt from Lost and Found ebook
