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-Single mom seeks billionaire's pocketbook to fund dying son's research cure. Will seduce if necessary. Blackmail is not out of the question. Miracles welcome.
-Cynical billionaire seeks working mom with a heart of gold for PR campaign to improve his standing in the community. Must be willing to attend social events. Anyone looking for love need not apply.
It seemed like the perfect match…until the unthinkable happened.
interested in winning. I will honor my part of the bargain—see that you do the same. If you don’t, I promise you’ll regret screwing with me.” She set her mug next to his. “You can’t do anything to me that’s worse than what’s already happening.” Something dark and painful flashed in his eyes. “I can still make your life hell. I’ll have my secretary phone you and set up an appointment. We’ll meet in my lawyer’s office.” She wanted to snap at him, but the truth was, he could have ignored
offered a sweeping view of Puget Sound, including the spot where Nathan’s towers would go. Too bad his old man wasn’t around to see them built. Not that the dead could ever admit they were wrong. “If word of this gets out, you’re screwed,” Jason said. Nathan shrugged. “It’s a calculated risk. There’s a confidentiality clause in the paperwork. Kerri and I will keep silent. And you’re bound by client privilege. Who else is going to know?” “I don’t like it,” Jason told him. “You should have let
went into the bathroom where she began removing the curlers. “Tell me you’ve received the money,” Kerri called. “I’m not stepping one foot into that limo if it hasn’t been transferred yet.” She looked in the mirror as she spoke, making sure she got all the curlers. Linda was still in the bedroom. “It’s been transferred,” the other woman said. “Good. So you’re going to be hiring more researchers?” “It takes time to pull it all together.” That didn’t sound right. Kerri dropped an electric curler
the town thinks you’re a saint and the other half thinks you should be institutionalized.” “I’m not a saint,” Kerri said as she leaned back against the sofa. “I’m just trying to do the best I can.” She’d already told Linda about her disastrous meeting with Nathan King. “I don’t know what else to do,” Kerri admitted, which wasn’t her style. She never allowed herself to even think about failing. After all, she was Wonder Mom. The idea for the crazy name and costume had popped into her brain four
absently, wondering why she’d been turned down. The report in his car also contained some information on Wallace’s lab. According to all accounts, he’d been close to a cure before the explosion. “How old was your son when he died?” she asked. The unexpected question cut through him like a laser. He stiffened, then consciously forced himself to relax. She wanted them to connect over shared pain, he reminded himself. To convince him to give her the money. He said nothing. She combed several