Keeping Secrets
Damon wants two things: his child…And Zara back in his bedBillionaire Damon Smith knows a marriage of convenient will keep fiery former assistant Zara, and their secret child, in his life. But does he truly know the woman he wants to wed?
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Damon wants two things: his child...
And Zara back in his bed
Billionaire Damon Smith doesn’t like a double cross. First, his lover and trusted assistant, Zara Westlake, disappeared. Now he’s discovered she gave birth to a baby. Their baby. A marriage of convenience will keep the child—and fiery, irresistible Zara—in his life. But does he truly know the woman he wants to wed? Because Zara’s been hiding more from him than just their daughter...
FIONA BRAND lives in the sunny Bay of Islands, New Zealand. Aside from writing books and gardening, Fiona hosts international students. After a life-changing time in which she met Christ, Fiona has undertaken study for a bachelor of theology, is active in Christ’s healing ministry and has become an ordained priest in the Anglican Church.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07672-2
KEEPING SECRETS
© 2018 Fiona Gillibrand
Published in Great Britain 2018
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
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To the Lord, who says, “Come to me,
all you who are weary and burdened,
and I will give you rest...for I am gentle and humble
in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.”
—Matthew 11:28–29
Many thanks to Stacy Boyd and Charles Griemsman.
Contents
The discreet vibration of his cell interrupted Damon Smith’s stride as he jogged the hard-packed sand of his private island in New Zealand’s Hauraki Gulf.
The conversation was to the point. His younger brother, Ben, was quitting. He would not be in the office tomorrow, or in the foreseeable future.
Reason? He had run off with Damon’s pretty blonde personal assistant.
Jaw locked, Damon turned his back on the glare of the setting sun. An icy breeze cooled his overheated skin and flattened his damp T-shirt against the tense muscles of his back, but he barely noticed. For an odd moment sensory perception seemed to fall away and Damon was spun back in time. Almost a year to the day, when another PA, Zara Westlake, had run out on him, leaving her job and his bed.
Zara. Damon frowned at the image that instantly surfaced. Dark hair, direct blue eyes, finely molded cheekbones made more intriguing by a scattering of freckles. A faintly tip-tilted nose and a firm jaw, all softened by a quirky, generous mouth, which added a fascinating, mercurial depth to a face that was somehow infinitely more riveting than conventional prettiness.
The wind gusted more strongly, the chill registering, as an old wound in his shoulder and another at his hip—both courtesy of his time in the military—stiffened and began to ache. Grimly, Damon dismissed the memories of Zara, annoyed that they still had the power to stop him in his tracks, despite his attempts to put the brief fling in its proper perspective.
After all, their involvement had lasted barely a month. On a scale of one to ten, given that he had once been married for seven years, it shouldn’t have registered. Especially since Zara herself, with her usual trademark efficiency, had made it crystal clear she had only ever been interested in a short, very private affair.
