Friend. Nanny.
Stand-in Bride.
When a man needs the touches only a woman can provideâ¦he turns to Wife, Inc.!
In Wife for Hire (SD#1305) by Amy J. Fetzer, all irresistibly sexy rancher Nash Rayburn needed was a temporary caretaker for his two young daughters. But when Hayley Albright came to the rescue with her special brand of cooking and caring, the single dad had a hard time keeping his mind on business and off the beautiful woman sharing his home.
Dear Reader,
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For my friend and publicist,
Terri Farrell.
For pep talks via e-mail, Godiva and slugging through some of the worst titles in recorded history. For those clever ideas and keeping on top of my promotion so I focus on my writing. For those little surprises that arrive when I need them the most. For making me always feel important, and your quirky sense of humor. Youâve been a tremendous help, Ter.
Now arenât you glad I talked you into this job?
Thanks.
River Willow Plantation
Aiken, South Carolina
She had a rubber chicken stuck in the grillwork of her car.
The webbed feet flopped with every bump, the chicken looking as if it was being strangled and fried for supper, with all the smoke coming from the exhaust.
Nash Rayburnâs lips twitched with amusement. âAt least she has a sense of humor,â he muttered to himself, then glanced down at his daughters. They were grinning widely. A good sign, he thought, nudging his hat back and bracing his shoulder on the porch post. He hooked his thumbs in his belt loops.
This was his wife for hire?
The dust-covered car rattled to a stop about twenty yards away and choked for a full twenty seconds after she shut the engine off and climbed out. Nash felt an instant pull in his gut the moment shapely bare legs first appeared and touched the ground.
Strike one. She was pretty. No, downright adorable, reminding him of a fairy in a story his mama told him when he was a kid. Her eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses, she had gleaming short dark-red hair and a body that was graceful and voluptuous. That pull tightened in places he didnât want to acknowledge.
Strike two.
Heâd told the agency he didnât want anyone whoâd distract the ranch hands. Now a petite full-breasted slim-hipped woman was coming straight toward him. And her Cadillac walk was so sexy he had the urge to cover his daughtersâ eyes. Damn. A scoop-neck navy blue T-shirt, a short denim skirt and a pair of high heeled sandals had never looked that good on his late wife.
âOh, goody, sheâs not old,â Kim said as if it was a crime to be over ten. âShe can play games with us.â
Nash glanced down at his twin girls. âMrs. Winslow plays games.â
The two made faces at him. âBoard games and stuff. She just watches us mostly,â Kate said, looking at the woman. âShe looks nice, huh, Daddy?â
Breathtaking, he thought, and hoped his voice didnât show it. âYes, peanut, very nice.â
Ten yards away, the womanâs steps slowed to a stop, and Nash felt suddenly uneasy, a sense of familiarity hitting him. His gaze swept over her, searching for a connection.
âNash?â
His blood froze and he straightened. Heâd know that voice anywhere. Hayley Albright. His Hayley. âWhat are you doing here?â