âYou can do this,â she muttered under her breath. âHeâs just your boss.â
Lies, her mind whispered. All lies. Not even very good ones. The sad truth was, Sean Ryan was so much more than the man she was currently working for. He was the first man in years whoâd been able to ⦠not just sneak past her well-honed defenses, but obliterate them. One smile from him and her knees quivered. One glance from his summer-sky blue eyes and her long-dormant hormones began a dance of joy. Oh, that was humbling to admit, even to herself.
She really didnât need this.
Kate had a good life now. Sheâd built it carefully, brick by brick, and damned if sheâd allow attraction to ruin it all.
Of course, standing strong against what Sean Ryan made her feel would have been much easier if heâd just been able to leave tomorrow as scheduled. But with the blizzard, they could be trapped together for days.
Which brought her right back to the sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach.
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Snowbound with the Boss is part of the Pregnant by the Boss trilogy: Three business partners find loveâ and fatherhoodâwhere they least expect it.
MAUREEN CHILD writes for the Mills & Boon Desire line and canât imagine a better job.
A seven-time finalist for a prestigious Romance Writers of America RITA>® Award, Maureen is an author of more than one hundred romance novels. Her books regularly appear on bestseller lists and have won several awards, including a Prism Award, a National Readersâ Choice Award, a Colorado Romance Writers Award of Excellence and a Golden Quill Award.
One of her books, The Soul Collector, was made into a CBS TV movie starring Melissa Gilbert, Bruce Greenwood and Ossie Davis. If you look closely, in the last five minutes of the movie, youâll spot Maureen, who was an extra in the last scene.
Maureen believes that laughter goes hand in hand with love, so her stories are always filled with humor. The many letters she receives assure her that her readers love to laugh as much as she does. Maureen Child is a native Californian but has recently moved to the mountains of Utah.
One
Sean Ryanâs dreams were of hot beaches, ten-foot waves and ice-cold beer.
His reality was just ice-cold.
January in Wyoming was just...wrong, he told himself. A California guy had no business standing knee-deep in snow. And if heâd had a choice, Sean wouldnât have been there at all.
But it was his turn to change a run-down hotel into a role-playing fantasy based on one of his companyâs bestselling video games. âWhy I couldnât have gotten a damn hotel in Tahiti is a good question, though.â
But then, Celtic Knot video games were all based on ancient legends, and as far as Sean knew, there were no legendary Celtic tales set around a beach in Tahiti. Too damn bad.
A tall man, with thick black hair that hung past the collar of the brown leather jacket he wore over sweaters, Sean tucked his hands into the pockets of his jeans and gave a quick look around. The great room of the old hotel was gigantic and echoed with the sound of his footsteps every time his scarred brown boots hit the wooden floor. There were enough windows in the room to make the snow-covered outside feel like the inside. Double-paned glass kept most of the cold out, but even then, so much glass was enough to chill the cavernous room.
The place wasnât huge, only a hundred and fifty rooms, yet it gave the feeling of more. Probably all the wood and glass, Sean told himself. He could see how the hotel would be once the renovations were complete. And God knew there would be plenty of those. Every room needed to be freshened, brought up-to-date and then stocked with gaming systems and flat-screen televisions. Theyâd get their artists in to do the murals on the walls, bringing the âForest Runâ video game to life and making this a prime destination for gamers from around the country.
And, he had to admit, the setting was perfect to mimic âForest Run.â The hotel sat on two hundred acres of land, with forests, meadows and a wide, beautiful lake. But he couldnât imagine people wanting to come to the middle of nowhere in the dead of winter when everything was covered in snow. Who the hell would pick snow over sand?
Not him, that was for sure. But he had to hope that there were plenty of gamers who actually enjoyed freezing temperatures. As for Sean, he couldnât wait to get back to Southern California. Shaking his head, Sean reminded himself that this trip was almost over. Heâd been in Wyoming a week and now that all of the âconsultationsâ with his contractor were finished, heâd be hopping into his company jet that afternoon and getting back to the real world. To his life.
Turning his back on the view, Sean glanced toward the ceiling at the sound of footsteps overhead. Instantly, a buzz of awareness shot through him. Scowling, he deliberately pushed aside the feeling, buried it deeply enough that he wouldnât have to acknowledge it.