Their Ragged Breaths Mingled. “There Could Be More Where That Came From…If You’re Willing. ”
Cort’s shoulder muscles tensed beneath her fingers. “Exactly what are you suggesting, Tracy Sullivan?”
She gathered her courage. “I’m not looking for a husband. You’re not looking for a wife. But we’re both adults with—” Heat prickled her skin “—needs. We could um…explore those. ”
“Are you propositioning me?”
What if Cort turned her down? How would she face him for the rest of the summer? “I’m suggesting that perhaps we could fulfill those needs for each other. ”
He hesitated. “You sure about this? You wouldn’t rather have some guy who could give you the ring, the white picket fence and the whole nine yards?”
“Yes. ”
Cort curled his long fingers around hers and lifted her hand to his mouth. His breath and then his lips whispered across her knuckles. “Then we have a deal. You’d better hold on to your shorts, Ms. Sullivan, because it’s going to be a long, hot summer. ”
A Passionate Proposal
Emilie Rose
EMILIE ROSE
lives in North Carolina with her college-sweetheart husband and four sons. This bestselling author’s love for romance novels developed when she was twelve years old and her mother hid them under sofa cushions each time Emilie entered the room. Emilie grew up riding and showing horses. She’s a devoted baseball mom during the season and can usually be found in the bleachers watching one of her sons play. Her hobbies include quilting, cooking (especially cheesecake) and anything cowboy. Her favorite TV shows include Discovery Channel’s medical programs, ER, CSI and Boston Public.
Emilie’s a country music fan because there’s an entire book in nearly every song.Pattie, thanks for pitching them over the plate.
Candy, Kim and Sally, you gals make this business more fun than it ought to be.
And to Diane, thanks for the insight into your job.
Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Prologue
Middle-of-the-night calls never brought good news.
Cort Lander smacked his cheek in an effort to wake himself and grabbed the phone before the second ring. “Hello?”
He squinted at the digital clock. Just because his last seventy-two-hour shift had only ended three hours ago didn’t mean the hospital wouldn’t call him to come back if one of his patients took a bad turn. He preferred it that way.
“Is this Cort Lander—former…companion of Kate Simms?”
A bitter taste filled his mouth. He hadn’t heard from Kate in over a year. Who would be calling here for her? “Yes. ”
“I’m Helen McBride from Du Page County Social Services. I’m sorry to have to inform you that Ms. Simms was killed today. ”
His heart stuttered. He struggled with the tangled sheets and sat up.
“Kate’s dead?” Bold and aggressive Kate. She’d vowed that nothing would stand in the way of her becoming the best criminal attorney to ever hit Chicago. He hadn’t realized at the time that she’d considered him an obstacle. “How?”