His Best Friend's Sister
He’s always played by his family’s rules…Rodeo mogul Oliver Lawrence can’t say no to his best friend’s sister, pregnant widow Renee Preston. When she needs refuge, he offers his penthouse – and his bed! Soon Oliver must choose: protect his family from her scandal or stand by the woman he can’t let go…
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Heâs always played by his familyâs rules.
Until he plays house with his best friendâs sister.
Rodeo mogul Oliver Lawrence canât say no to his best friendâs sister, pregnant widow Renee Preston. When the innocent beauty needs refuge from the tabloids, he offers his penthouseâand his bed. The passion between them is anything but innocent. And soon Oliver must choose: protect his family from her scandal or stand by the woman he canât let go...
SARAH M. ANDERSON may live east of the Mississippi River, but her heart lies out West on the Great Plains. Sarahâs book A Man of Privilege won an RT Book Reviews Reviewersâ Choice Best Book Award in 2012. The Nanny Plan was a 2016 RITA® Award winner for Contemporary Romance: Short.
Sarah spends her days having conversations with imaginary cowboys and billionaires. Find out more about Sarahâs heroes at www.sarahmanderson.com
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07635-7
HIS BEST FRIENDâS SISTER
© 2018 Sarah M. Anderson
Published in Great Britain 2018
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To the ladies of the YMCA water aerobics classes. Twice a week, you all listen to me babble about plot points and encourage me to keep moving, even on days when I hurt. Thanks for all your support and for laughing at my silly stories!
Contents
âI thought you hated the rodeo.â
That voiceâOliver Lawrence knew that sweet voice. Except it was richer, deeper. It sparked memoriesâmemories of smiling, laughing. Of having fun. When was the last time heâd had fun?
He couldnât remember.
âBut here you are, surrounded by pictures of the rodeo,â she went on. He could hear the smile as she spoke. Sheâd always smiled at him. Even when he hadnât deserved it.
Oliver jerked his head up from where it had been buried in his hands. It wasnât possible. She wasnât possible.
But there Renee Preston stood, just inside the door to his office as she studied the framed pictures of the All-Stars that Bailey had artfully arranged along one wall of the office.
Although her back was to him, he was stunned to realize that he recognized her anyway. The pale gold of her hair fell halfway down her back in artful waves, the curve of her backside outlined by a dark blue dress.
How long had it been? Years? He shouldnât even recognize her, much less have this visceral reaction to her. Seeing her now was a punch to the gut, one that left him dazed and breathless. And all he could think was, I hope sheâs real. Which made no sense. None at all. But given the headaches heâd had running Lawrence Energiesâwhy were Mondays so awful?âhe wouldnât be surprised if his sanity had taken a breather.
He stared but she didnât move. Bad sign. âRenee?â He blinked and then blinked again when she didnât turn around.
Okay, he was having a bad morning. Because the truth was he did hate the rodeoâthe Lawrence Oil All-Around All-Stars Pro Rodeo. Heâd hated it ever since his father had won the circuit in a poker game thirteen years ago. But there werenât many people who knew it. It was bad for business if the CEO of Lawrence Energies, parent company of Lawrence Oilâand, by default, the All-Starsâpublicly announced how much he hated his products.
