Carrying His Secret. Marie Ferrarella
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Elizabeth was a person of interest all right. A person of interest to him.
Very much so, Whit thought ruefully as he got into the elevator and rode up beside the diminutive Officer Ruiz. Elizabeth was a person of interest to him despite the fact that he had broken his own rules and crossed the line with her, a line he had sworn to himself that he would never cross.
And he hadn’t.
Not until that night in Nevada when they had wound up stranded thanks to an untimely thunderstorm.
He’d been drawn to Elizabeth from the first moment he’d seen her that day she came to work for his father. He couldn’t take his eyes off her.
But he more than anyone knew that business and pleasure had to be kept at arm’s length from one another. Otherwise, mixing the two together was just asking for trouble.
But none of that had been on his mind that night in Nevada. All he could think of was how very much he wanted her.
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Be sure to check out the rest of the books in The Adair Affairs series—The Adair Affairs: The notorious and powerful political family is back with even more secrets.
Carrying His Secret
Marie Ferrarella
MARIE FERRARELLA, a USA TODAY bestselling and RITA® Award-winning author, has written two hundred and fifty books for Mills & Boon, some under the name Marie Nicole. Her romances are beloved by fans worldwide. Visit her website, marieferrarella.com.
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Contents
A woman’s piercing scream shattered the evening silence.
Filling up all the spaces within the very modern glass-enclosed executive office, the sound seemed to grow in volume rather than abate as seconds went by.
Cringing in response, Reginald Adair’s executive assistant, Elizabeth Shelton, didn’t immediately realize that the terrified scream had come from her. Shock, horror and disbelief had wrapped themselves so tightly around her consciousness that she wasn’t aware of anything except for the body lying in a pool of blood on the two-hundred-dollar-a-square-foot carpet.
Reginald Adair’s body.
Handsome, dynamic Reginald Adair, president of AdAir Corp, a huge cellular company that provided signal bars for close to two-thirds of the country thanks to its numerous satellites circling the earth, lay crumpled and unresponsive on the floor of his glass-and-chrome executive office.
This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening.
Pull yourself together, Lizzy. The man needs help, not drama, Elizabeth admonished herself. It didn’t matter that she felt like throwing up. This wasn’t about her. This was about saving Adair.
It felt as if every square inch of her five-foot-seven body was trembling as she knelt down beside the man. At sixty-two and an inch shy of being six feet tall, Adair had prided