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"I... I need a man."
Ross Carrington's eyebrows rose. The woman on the other end of the line sounded strangely furtive. But considering her request, maybe that was to be expected. He gritted his teeth, wishing he hadn't taken the call.
He'd come into his sister Marlena's modern, colorfully decorated office only minutes before. She was out. Her secretary had gone to lunch. So he'd thrown himself down behind the desk to wait. And when the telephone had chimed, he'd answered automatically.
"Could you speak a little louder?" he asked, leaning back in the swivel chair and propping his soft Italian-leather shoes up on the desk. "I'm not sure I understand what you want."
"This is the Destiny Bay Temporary Employment Agency, isn't it?" Her voice was stronger now, as though by stating her needs so boldly she'd gotten over the worst part.
Ross glanced at the letterhead on the stationery of Marlena's company piled up alongside the computer keyboard, just checking. "Yes, you've reached the right number."
The woman on the line sighed.
"This is so embarrassing. You probably think I'm crazy. But I really do need a man for a very special, very delicate job. Do you have any available?"
Ross hesitated. The long, slender fingers of one hand curled around the receiver while those of the other combed through his thick, jet-black hair. It was on the tip of his tongue to tell her that he didn't think Destiny Bay Employment was in the business of hiring out men for lonely women, but something in her voice stopped him.