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He was staying the night. Though her invitation hadn’t exactly been gracious.

Dane noted the furrow between the woman’s brows and the tight compression of her mouth, which still somehow managed to look sexy and inviting. She wasn’t happy with the arrangement.

He wasn’t certain he was either.

He did need medical attention, but that wasn’t the reason for his trepidation when it came to staying the night. The rest had to do with the woman standing before him. She made him nervous as hell.

Because he’d never responded to any woman quite the way he was responding to Regina Bellini.

Dear Reader,

What is an honorable man to do when he finds himself falling in love with a married woman? That’s Dane Conlan’s dilemma in Saying Yes to the Boss.

He knows he’s smitten the moment Regina Bellini opens the door to her house and thinks he’s someone else. He knows who she is, even though they’ve never met. After all, destiny requires no introduction. But the road from “Hello” to “I do” is not smooth for this pair.

I’ve made sure of that. For the final installment of my CONLANS OF TRILLIUM ISLAND trilogy I have paired a woman who is ashamed of her passionate nature with a man who is bound by his honor.

Ree has stayed in a loveless marriage because it is safer than exploring the emotions that led to her mother’s mistakes and ruin. Dane knows that acting on his desire will come at the cost of his self-respect.

Best wishes,

Jackie Braun

Saying Yes to the Boss

Jackie Braun

For my big brothers, Bill, Jim and Tom, and in memory of Danny.

CONTENTS

CHAPTER ONE

REGINA BELLINI WAS expecting company.

When she heard the knock at the door, she set aside her glass of Chianti, slid her feet into the soft leather heels she’d picked up during a trip to Italy and stood. Anticipation hummed through her body as she smoothed down the fabric of a slim-fitting skirt and carefully retucked her white silk blouse.

As she passed the gilt-edged mirror that hung in the foyer, she paused to check her appearance. She fussed for a moment, pushing the tumbled mass of dark curls back from her face. Humidity had made a mockery of the hour she’d spent that morning blow-drying her hair straight. Still, she looked presentable.