One fatal car wreck…
Everyone’s lives changed…
Thought I would share an excerpt from the first book of the Executive Wives’ Club series.
But does he love her or her money?
She continued walking through the large open area, which included the dining room, living room, breakfast nook. “Just let me take care of George and then I’ll be right out.”
“George?” Hagan closed the front door. Is that why she invited him in?
“Yes, he’s my best friend.” She set her doggy bag on the table and disappeared through a doorway near the kitchen.
“Great, now we’re in for a real intimate evening,” Hagan grumbled and reconsidered her invitation. Yes, she’d relaxed as the evening progressed, but if she had a chaperon waiting inside, it might explain her offer of coffee. They weren’t alone.
He studied the open floor plan of her house. With few walls separating the different living spaces, the area offered a great place to entertain. Guests could mill around the house without being restricted to one room.
Meandering past the stairs which led to the basement, he caught sight of an archway. Beyond it laid the hallway to the bedrooms and a bathroom.
The sound of nails clicking across the breakfast nook floor jerked his attention in the opposite direction. A golden-haired blur flashed across his line of vision before the beast pounced.
Unprepared, Hagan stumbled backwards and landed on his butt. He wrapped his arms around his attacker and held tight.
The sharp teeth he expected to sink into his flesh, morphed into the cold swipe of a tongue across his cheek. Yuck. The icy chill loosened his hold, and the mutt escaped.
“Sorry.” Jen grabbed her dog’s collar and tugged him back a few feet. “I should have warned you about George before I let him out. He loves visitors.”
“Yeah, I can tell.” Leary of dogs, Hagan stared into George’s brown eyes. No malice lay in their depths, only a friendly desire to spread slobbery kisses all over his face. A dripping tongue, hanging from the corner of his mouth, attested to the fact.
Hagan jumped to his feet.
“Are you okay?” Jen released the animal and rushed forward, but the dog didn’t move.
No longer dressed in her winter coat, she looked like a model from a fashion magazine. Long and lean in three-inch heels, her voluptuous body had curves in all the right places. Her brown, windblown hair danced around her beautiful face and a seductive smile played on her lips.
Just seeing her breathe turned him on.
“I’m fine,” he whispered and refocused his attention back to his opponent. Yeah, right, she must think him so cool after being decked by a dog.