Rescued by the Millionaire

He cast her a glance that clearly said he didn’t care what their mother hated, and turned his attention back to the girls.

“Go and get that jam cleaned off of you.”

They looked up from their feeding frenzy, paused.

“Right now.” He made his voice deep and stern and no-nonsense.

To his relief, the twins scurried off, and moments later he heard water turn on. He turned his attention back to Trixie. Her mouth was hanging open with surprise. She snapped it shut when she saw him watching her.

“Beginner’s luck,” she said. “They don’t generally listen that well.”

“I’m used to being listened to. So, give me your keys. Your car is?”

He could tell she was considering proving he was not always listened to, but she knew her options were limited. With ill grace, she struggled to get off the chair. He put his hand on her uninjured elbow to help, but she shook him off with irritation.

In light of the shiver on the back of his neck when she had said his name, irritation was a good thing.

She managed to find her feet. She went and plucked her keys off a hook in the kitchen.

“It’s the little red one.”

Somehow he had already known. That the car would be little. And red. Eminently suitable for a woman with teddy bears on her housecoat and a lilac-painted bedroom and cute little pink toenails. Not a car the kind of women he liked drove: sporty, sleek, expensive.

Not one of whom had ever made the back of his neck tickle by saying his name!

“I’ll go put on a shirt and bring the car around to the front door. Can you meet me as quickly as possible? Can you manage them?”

“Of course I can manage them,” she said a little huffily.

“It’s just that you haven’t really, so far.”

“Oh!”

Ah, the bliss of her irritation! He turned and went out the door before she used her good arm to find something to throw at him.

Trixie watched the door shut behind Daniel Riverton. Her heart was beating way too fast, and she was aware she was breathing in his lingering scent!

What was wrong with her? He was arrogant. Bossy. Take-charge. Too sure of himself.

Dreamy. He was absolutely dreamy.

“Stop it!” she told herself. She was just exceedingly vulnerable. He had rescued her from a precarious situation. It was probably natural to feel this ache of awareness. Her senses were heightened, her every nerve felt as if it was strung taut, tingling with sensitivity!