âThat was the first place I kissed you. Do you remember that?â
âHow could I forget?â she asked.
âThat was the summer we were getting ready to go into the first grade,â he said. âDo you think that was what started our little game of one-upmanship?â
âMaybe.â She tried to remember when their rivalry began, but the feel of him stroking her hair distracted her. âIâitâs been so long, Iâm not really certain when it began or why.â
âMe either. But one thingâs for sure. Youâve been driving me nuts for most of my life, Abigail Langley.â
Her heart sped up as she met his piercing hazel gaze. âIâm sorry, but youâve done your fair share of driving me to the brink, too.â
âDonât be sorry.â He cupped the back of her head with his hand to gently pull her forward. âThere are different kinds of crazy, darlinâ.â His lips lightly brushed hers. âRight now, Iâm thinking that itâs the good kind.â
Dear Reader,
One of my favorite things about being an author is when Iâm asked to collaborate with other authors on a miniseries like the THE MILLIONAIREâS club. I not only get to work with some of the most talented authors in romance, I get to help refine the details that make the stories compelling and remembered long after the series ends.
By now, Iâm sure youâve met Bradford Price and Abigail Langley. Life-long competitors, they have been playing a game of one-upmanship since they were six years old. But finding themselves in a close race for the presidency of the club, the stakes have never been higher.
I really enjoyed the journey Brad and Abby take as they learn that sometimes just below the surface of a fierce rivalry, thereâs a burning attraction that once surfaced canât be deniedâno matter how hard they try. It is my fervent hope that you enjoy reading In Bed with the Opposition as much as I enjoyed writing it.
All the best,
Kathie DeNosky
KATHIE DENOSKY lives in her native southern Illinois with her big, lovable Bernese Mountain Dog, Nemo. Writing highly sensual stories with a generous amount of humor, Kathieâs books have appeared on the Waldenbooks bestseller list and received the Write Touch Readers Award and the National Readersâ Choice Award. Kathie enjoys going to rodeos, traveling to research settings for her books and listening to country music. Readers may contact Kathie at PO Box 2064, Herrin, Illinois 62948-5264, USA, or e-mail her at [email protected]. They can also visit her website at www.kathiedenosky.com.
This book is dedicated to the wonderful authors I
worked with on this miniseries. You all are amazing!
And to Charles Griemsman. Itâs been a real treat and I
look forward to working on many more projects together.
Brad Price stared at the object in his hand, then at the tiny baby girl grinning up at him as she grabbed her foot and tried to stuff her tiny toes into her mouth. When had Sunnie lost her little pink sock?
Scratching his head, he scanned the floor. She had it on when they arrived at the Texas Cattlemanâs Club not two minutes ago. How could a baby barely six months old be so quick?
He once again glanced at the disposable diaper he held. What in the name of all that was holy had he gotten himself into, taking on the responsibility of raising his late brotherâs child? He knew about as much when it came to taking care of a baby as he did about piloting a spacecraft to the moon.
When he had made the decision to adopt Sunnie, he had even gone so far as to give serious consideration to dropping out of the race for the TCC presidency. But only briefly. He had made a commitment to seek the office, and he never went back on his word. Besides, he believed in the club and everything it stood for, and he intended to raise Sunnie to believe in those values, too.
The organization needed someone with a level head and a solid plan, and he was the man with both. He had several ideas on ways to bridge the ever-widening gap between the old guard and the younger members in order to unite the club and renew the solidarity that had always been an integral part of the TCC. It was something that had to be done to ensure its future and to continue the valuable services it had always provided for the residents of Royal, Texas.
But if he didnât figure out how to change Sunnieâs diaper, and damned quick, it would all be a moot point. He would miss outlining his vision for the TCC at the annual general meeting, and for the first time in the clubâs history, a womanâthe only woman ever to be allowed to join the organizationâwould be voted into office by default. Heâd be damned if heâd let that happen.
Closing his eyes, Brad counted to ten. He could do this. He had a masterâs degree in financial planning, had graduated from the University of Texas summa cum laude and in the years since had built a thriving career as a certified financial planner, amassing a sizable fortune of his own. Surely he could figure out something as simple as changing a babyâs disposable diaper.