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9780373198443

Millionaire Dad: Wife Needed

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  • ISBN13:

    9780373198443

  • ISBN10:

    0373198442

  • Format: Paperback
  • Copyright: 2006-12-05
  • Publisher: Silhouette
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Summary

Nick Regan-Phillips: a millionaire, whom the world assumes has it all…but he's got a secret that he's kept from the world--he's a single dad. Nick's daughter, Rosie, is deaf. Nick missed the first five years of Rosie's life, but now she's come to liv

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THERE was no one there. Lydia Stanford set her heavy briefcase down and banged again on the dark blue front door of the cottage, stepping back to look at the top floor windows that peeked sleepily out of a roof of handmade tiles. It was picturesque, but she wasn't here to admire the view and it all looked ominously quiet. There was no glint of movement in the upstairs rooms. No sound of radio or television in the background. Nothing. Well, nothing except the half-open window above the ramshackle single brick addition at the back. She lifted the brass plate covering the letterbox and peered inside. "Ms Bennington? Are you there?" Total silence. "Ms Bennington? It's Lydia Stanford. We have an appointment at ten." Hadan appointment at ten, she corrected silently. It was now nearly twenty past.Damn and blast the woman.Where was she? Lydia straightened and shook back her hair.What exactly was she supposed to do now? Was it possible Wendy Bennington had forgotten their meeting? Lydia wrinkled her nose and stared at the closed door as though it held all the answers. It didn't seem likely she'd have forgotten. The woman was in her late seventies but had a mind so sharp she made politicians quake at the knees the minute she opened her mouth. She'd lay money on her not forgetting a thing. Ever. Which was why she'd grabbed at the chance to write an authorised biography of Wendy Bennington. It was the kind ofonce-in-a-lifetimeopportunity which meant she'd broken off her first holiday in five years. Why she'd got the first flight back to London and had immersed herself in researching the inveterate campaigner's astonishing life. So where was she?Lydia peered round the empty garden as though she expected to see Wendy Bennington walk up the path. Just yesterday the older woman had sounded so enthusiastic about the project; surely she wouldn't have gone out?And leaving a window open? No one did that any more. Lydia sucked in her breath and considered her options. She could, of course, get back in her car and drive back up the motorway to London. Or she could go and get a coffee in Cambridge and come back in an hour or so. Either one would be an irritating waste of her time. She pushed the bell and rattled the letterbox. Even though it didn't seem worth doing, she bent down and shouted loudly, "Ms Bennington?" Through the narrow opening she could see the green swirly patterned carpet, but nothing else. The cottage seemed completely deserted. She half closed the plate, her fingers still on the brass. It wasn't a voice or even a definite noise that made her pause. Perhaps it was a sixth sense that something was wrong. She called again, "Ms Bennington, are you there?" Silence. And then a soft thud. Almost. "Hello? Hello, Ms Bennington?" She couldn't be absolutely certain, but she thought she heard the sound again. Not a footstep or someone fall-ing...nothing that obvious. But something. She was almost sure of it. Lydia straightened and shifted her briefcase into her other hand. Of course it could be nothing more exciting than a cat knocking over a waste-paper basket, but... But if that soft noise had been the elderly lady's attempt to attract attention she wouldn't thank her for walking away and leaving her. Would she? She'd expect her to use her initiative...and do something. Which meant... What? Lydia chewed gently at the side of her mouth. It had to be worth a try at getting into the cottage through the open window. If Wendy Bennington had been taken ill... Itwaspossible. She might have fallen. Accidents in the home were very common, after all. If anything like thathadhappened, trying to get into the cottage would be the right thing to do. She glanced down at her watch, now showing twenty-five minutes past the hour. With sudden energy, Lydia quickly walked round to the back of the cottage and st

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