The Reluctant Heir
One person knows the truth that could ruin his familyFind Hanna Wilde. The order from Carter Jameson’s father will ensure his inheritance. But when Hanna returns to the Jameson estate the passion between her and Carter ignites!
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One person knows the truth that could ruin his family.
And heâs just brought her home.
Find Hanna Wilde. The order from Carter Jamesonâs father will ensure Carterâs inheritance. Though reluctant to do the manâs bidding, Carter needs to see the girl he never forgot. But when Hanna returns to the estate where it all began, she wants answers as much as she wants Carter. And as their passion ignites, sheâll get them. No matter what.
HELENKAY DIMON is a divorce lawyer turned full-time author. Her bestselling and award-winning books have been showcased in numerous venues, including The Washington Post and Cosmopolitan. She is an RT Reviewersâ Choice Best Book Award winner and has been a finalist for the Romance Writers of America RITA® Award multiple times.
ISBN: 978-1-474-07676-0
THE RELUCTANT HEIR
© 2018 HelenKay Dimon
Published in Great Britain 2018
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
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Contents
This could not be happening.
Hanna Wilde disconnected the call with the dry cleaner next door and stared at her cell phone.
He was here, in Milton. Many miles and a few states away from his big fancy homeâmake that homesâin the Washington, D.C. area.
Not that he. Not the one whoâd tracked her and tried to scare her months ago. Not the one whoâd threatened and lied. No, the man in her building, on his way up to her apartment, was the son, not the horrible father.
Carter Jameson. Youngest heir to a vast real estate fortune. Grandson of a disgraced congressman. The boy whose family had employed hers back when they were kids.
Her unwanted teen crush.
Amazing how the last name Jameson could start a shake running through her that rattled right down to her bones. Her reaction arose out of anger, not fear. Though, if she were being honest, sheâd have to admit to a mix of both.
His visit here meant his family had hunted her down and found her again. The last round of contacts started with letters from Carterâs father, Eldrick, then from his attorneys, all insisting she come in for a meeting. When she ignored those, the unwanted visits started. But sheâd done what Eldrick ordered. She stayed away from Virginia and Carter and kept her mouth shut.
Sheâd already lost so much to the Jamesonsâher father, her sister, her peace of mind. Now it looked like they were coming around again for one more shot.
She slipped her cell phone into her back jeans pocket and headed for the one closet in her studio apartment. It held her clothes, her cleaning supplies and, well, that just about constituted the entire list of what she owned. That and the photo album. If they were going to hound her it was easier to leave town for a while then go through it all again. She didnât have any real connections here anyway, but the album was coming with her. It was all she had left of the past she tried so often to forget.
The knocking started as soon as she dropped to her knees. The rickety closet door with the broken slats screeched to a halt on the tracks. She usually shoved and pushed, half lifted the thing, to get it to open the whole way. But that would make noise and require her to move, and she seemed to be frozen in place.
