Harlequin American Romance
June 2009
On Sale: June 9, 2009
Featuring: Grady McCabe; Alexis Graham
224 pages ISBN: 0373752660 EAN: 9780373752669 Mass Market Paperback Add to Wish List
"So you're the best ForeverLove.com has to offer." The silky
male voice seemed to engulf Alexis Graham the moment she
walked through the imposing double mahogany doors into the
executive suite of Grady McCabe Enterprises.
"And you
must be Mr. McCabe," Alexis replied, striding forward and
holding out her hand. Although why the eldest son of the
legendary Josie and Wade McCabe would need to hire a
matchmaking agency was beyond her.
At thirty-five,
the wildly successful Texan was renowned for the skyscrapers
he built and leased to businesses throughout the Southwest.
He was no slouch in the looks department, either. Six foot
four inches tall, with the kick-butt physique of a Hollywood
heartthrob, he had a strikingly masculine face that
commanded attention. He wore his dark brown hair in a short,
sexy cut that looked great even now in rumpled disarray. His
tie was loosened, the first two buttons undone, and the
sleeves on his pale blue dress shirt were rolled up to his
elbows, revealing strong, sinewy forearms. As he moved,
Alexis couldn't help but notice his flat stomach and lean
hips.
His lips curved upward. "Call me Grady." He
clasped her hand in his big, rough palm. "And let's get
right to it, shall we?"
Her skin still tingling from
his brief, warm touch, Alexis sat down and removed a notepad
and pen from her leather briefcase.
Grady circled his
desk and sat down in his high-backed leather chair. "I need
a mommy for my five-year-old daughter, Savannah, and I'm
willing to marry to get one."
Alexis made a note of
that, before gazing up into his deep velvet, blue eyes. "I
have to tell you—that's not the best opening for a man on a
first date."
Grady McCabe obviously couldn't have
cared less. "I'm not going to be less than honest," he told
her bluntly. "Which is where you come in."
Alexis was
beginning not to like this. Or at least not like the
commercial real estate developer's attitude. She had gotten
in the matchmaking business because she believed
wholeheartedly in the possibility of lifelong love. She knew
how short life was, how cruel fate could be, and she wanted
to be instrumental in helping well-meaning couples find each
other. But what she did not want to do was promote
loveless unions. Unfortunately, her employers were not as
idealistic. The four business partners who owned
ForeverLove.com only cared that the customers left happy,
and the bottom line remained healthy.
Grady McCabe
was an important client. Not only was the multimillionaire a
member of the famed McCabe clan of Laramie, Texas, he was
one of the premiere businessmen in Fort Worth. His mixed-use
development projects were the pride of the downtown
area.
Alexis had been given the task of ensuring that
Grady found whatever he wanted in a woman, no matter what it
took. A lot was riding on her success.
Grady sent her
a level look. He seemed to know that what he was asking was
highly unusual. That made him no less serious in his
ambition, however.
"I already had the best. I lost my
wife shortly after our daughter was born. A few days after
we took the baby home from the hospital, Tabitha had an
aneurysm and cerebral hemorrhage that resulted in her
death."
Alexis recalled reading about it in the
paper. Grady had been at work and had come home to find his
wife, but by then it was too late. The funeral had brought
many prominent people to Fort Worth. Grady's grief, the
tragedy of a young mother dying so suddenly and the newborn
baby growing up without a mother, had been all folks talked
about for weeks. "I'm sorry."
Grady accepted Alexis's
sympathy with a grim nod. "Since then I've had nannies. A
lot of them, actually. My eighth one just
quit."
"Goodness," Alexis murmured before she could
stop herself.
Grady kicked back in his chair with a
heavy sigh. "I'm not surprised. Savannah doesn't need a
nanny. She needs a mother." He paused to give Alexis a
pointed look. "Which is where you come in."
Alexis
did not deny Grady needed help, when it came to the domestic
front. "I'm supposed to find women for you to date and
hopefully marry."
He shook his head. "You are
supposed to find a woman who will make a great mommy for
Savannah."
It was Alexis's turn to disagree. "That's
not really what we do at ForeverLove.com."
"I've
spoken to your boss, Holly Anne Kirkland, and she assures me
that not only will it be done, but you are the right person
to do it." Grady's blue eyes narrowed in obvious
displeasure. "Was she wrong?"
That should have been
an easy question, Grady thought. One that brought forth a
flurry of apologies and assurances that yes, his demands
would be met, without any further delay.
Instead,
Alexis Graham studied him in thoughtful silence.
He
couldn't say he minded. The pause in conversation gave him a
chance to size her up, too. Decide if she was indeed the
right woman for the task.
Outwardly, she certainly
looked it.
The thirty-something matchmaker had the
city-chic sophistication of the upwardly mobile career woman
she was reputed to be. Her figure-hugging suit was made of a
pale yellow fabric perfect for the balmy June weather.
Understated makeup accented the delicate, feminine features
on her oval face, drawing attention to her high cheekbones,
soft full lips and long-lashed, teal-blue eyes. Her shoulder
length, honey-blond hair only added to the aura of
pulled-together perfection. Had he been in the market for a
dalliance with an intelligent, engaging female, he would
have had to look no further. He wasn't.
All he wanted
was a solution to his problem.
And the sooner Alexis
Graham understood that, the better.
"Should I ask for
another matchmaker from the agency?" Grady
drawled.
"No. Of course not." Alexis exhaled sharply.
"I've been assigned the job. I'll do it."
"Good, then
let me tell you what I want."
She picked up her pen
and notebook and began to write, but Grady couldn't help but
notice her exasperation.
"First and foremost, my
daughter has to like this woman. She has to be the mommy of
Savannah's dreams."
"What does Savannah want?" Alexis
inquired coolly.
If Grady had a clue about that, he
wouldn't be in this position. "You'll have to ask her." His
little girl was not cooperating with him on any level right
now, for reasons known only to her.
With no
discernible change in her expression, Alexis continued
taking notes.
Grady added even more seriously,
"Second, and equally important, the candidates you present
to us will have to understand a marriage to me will be in
name only. There will be no romance, no sex, no emotional
intimacy—other than the normal family dynamic. There, I can
promise everything will be status quo."
The elegant
arch of Alexis's blond brows lifted slightly.
"You
have a problem with that?" he asked.
"I don't think
any woman in her right mind will agree to that. Unless…"
faint color tinged Alexis's cheeks "… you're giving your
potential mate license to look elsewhere for, um…
companionship?"
Grady frowned. "Absolutely not. Any
woman who marries me will have to be completely faithful to
me and our family. Otherwise, it would be too confusing for
Savannah."
Alexis sighed. "So this woman is just
supposed to do without sex and romance for the rest of her
life?"
Her sarcasm grated on his nerves. "It's not
impossible." He had been doing without both since his wife
died and had been managing okay. "Particularly when one
trades that for the love of a family and a luxurious
lifestyle." He paused, discerning that Alexis was still not
convinced. "I am sure there are women who get that," he said
dryly.
She nodded and scribbled something else. "Oh,
I have no doubt that you're right."
"Then…" he
prodded.
Looking reluctant to speak her piece, but
also determined, Alexis sat back in her chair and eyed him
carefully. "If I may?"
Grady had a feeling he was
going to regret this, but not knowing what was on the tip of
her tongue would be worse. "Go ahead."
She lifted her
slender shoulders in a shrug. "I think you're selling
yourself short. It's not just the woman who deserves more,
Grady. You do, too."
"So how did it go?" Holly Anne
asked when Alexis returned to the penthouse offices in
downtown Fort Worth.
Alexis looked at the managing
partner. The forty-year-old entrepreneur had founded the
matchmaking business fifteen years prior. Of the four
investing partners, she was the only one involved in the
day-to-day operations. The others came and went as the
demands of their other business ventures
allowed.
Holly Anne was the one who delivered the
sales pitch that brought in all the wealthiest clients. She
was also a pretty tough taskmaster, expecting nothing less
than absolute devotion from the firm's twenty-seven
employees. Alexis figured her boss had thought long and hard
about whom she was going to send to see Grady
McCabe.
Alexis followed her into her office. "You
knew what he was going to ask me to do, didn't
you?"
Her boss ran a hand through her sleek black
bob, paused to adjust one of her diamond earrings, and sank
down in her custom leather chair. "He might have mentioned
his request was unusual."
Alexis looked past her
toward the view of the skyline. Without warning, she could
feel a hint of melancholy coming over her. She pushed it
away and began to pace. "Unusual or ridiculously
heartless?"
Holly Anne gestured for her to sit down.
"He has a lot of money."
Reluctantly, Alexis
complied, crossing her legs at the knee. "Not to mention the
McCabe name."
"The family is legendary," Holly Anne
agreed.
And notoriously warm and loving, Alexis had
heard, wishing she could be part of such a large, inclusive
clan. Unfortunately, she'd been an only child and had lost
both her parents in a car accident. She sighed and let loose
some of her pent-up emotion. "Which makes me wonder if they
know what he's up to."
Holly Anne tilted her head to
one side. "I imagine they want to see him married
again."
"Not this way."
"Maybe any way. He was
completely in love with his late wife."
Alexis knew
how that felt. She had been completely in love with her late
spouse, too. She swallowed, then forced her mind back to the
present, and the ethical problem in front of her. "So he
said."
Her boss paused again. "I chose you, Alexis,
because I thought you would understand where Grady is coming
from, better than anyone else on staff."
She did,
Alexis thought, as silence fell. And she
didn't….
Holly Anne leaned forward, a compassionate
gleam in her eyes. "I know this is an unusually tough
assignment, but you're the right matchmaker for the job.
Unless… your heart isn't in this anymore?"
Lately,
Alexis had been wondering that herself. Had she been doing
this way too long? Not always for the most idealistic of
reasons? Or was she just feeling blue as she always did when
the second weekend of June approached and she was forced to
confront all those painful memories? She turned back to her
boss. "Is that what you think? That I'm burned
out?"
"I think you've been on track for a promotion
for many years. Finding that perfect woman for Grady McCabe
would not only make his little girl very happy, but it would
put you at the top of the list to run the new office in
Galveston." Holly Anne paused. "The move to the coast would
be a fresh start for you. And the bump up in salary is
considerable."
And money, Alexis thought, was
essential if she ever wanted to get out of debt, put the
past behind her and live in something more than a tiny
efficiency apartment in a not-so-great neighborhood. And
Holly was right. In the middle of this crazy request was a
little girl who'd never really known her mother, and
wanted—as every child did—to have a mommy in her life. If
Alexis could find someone who was right for Grady and his
daughter, it was possible love could blossom. Grady McCabe
could get more than he expected. He could do what she was
trying to do right now—come all the way back to life
again.
Alexis smiled. "Then I'll do it." And in the
process, maybe convince Grady McCabe that it's plain crazy
to give up on love.
Grady wasn't sure what had
happened in the last month or two to make his daughter so
uncooperative where her school-work was concerned. He did
know that at-home assignments were a stringent part of the
curriculum at the prestigious Miss Chilton's Academy for
Young Women.
Not that it would take the incredibly
bright child very long to actually do the work sheet, if she
would just get to it.
Savannah slumped on the leather
sofa in his study, the picture of five-year-old distress.
"But Daddy, I don't want to do my
homework."
Grady worked to curtail his exasperation.
"It's not up for discussion, Savannah," he reminded her
gently.
"I want to go outside and swing!" she whined
loudly.
"After you've finished your work
sheet," he promised.
Savannah's lower lip slid out,
and tears welled in her eyes.
The doorbell
rang.
Grady sighed and went to answer
it.
Alexis Graham stood on the other side of the
portal. She looked every bit as beautiful as she had that
afternoon in his office. Briefcase in hand, she was clearly
ready to get to work. "Come on in." He stood back to let her
pass. "I've got someone I want you to meet."
The only
problem was, when he entered his study, his daughter wasn't
there. "Savannah," Grady called, and was greeted with
silence. "Savannah!" His voice turned stern. He looked
behind the sofa, the desk, in the storage closet concealed
behind paneled doors.
No sign of her
anywhere.
Her abandoned homework sat on the
child-size wooden table in the corner, next to her
pushed-back chair. Figuring he knew where she had gone,
Grady grumbled, "You may have to interview her
outside."
Alexis's shapely brow lifted in
inquiry.
"Savannah's going to have to approve of
anyone I marry," Grady explained, leading the way through
the sprawling first floor of his multimillion-dollar home,
to the French doors that opened onto the patio. "So I
figured we'd start by finding out precisely what she wants
in a mother."
As suspected, his misbehaving daughter
was seated on her swing, knowing full well that she was
doing something wrong. "Look how high I can go, Daddy!" she
exclaimed, pumping her legs.
Figuring the lecture
could wait, Grady said, "Savannah, this is Ms. Graham. She's
going to help us find someone to take care of
you."
Savannah's eyes narrowed. "I don't want another
nanny!"
"I know you don't." He stopped the swing,
then hunkered down in front of her, so the two of them were
at eye level.
"Which is why we're now looking for a
Mommy."
Not exactly the way Alexis would
have put it. But now that the matter-of-fact declaration was
out there, she figured they were just going to have to go
with it.