The Boss's Daughter

The Boss's Daughter
Leigh Michaels

Being the boss's daughter was tough–especially when Amy found herself temporarily in charge of the company! Worse, her "assistant" was the extremely handsome, dynamic Dylan Copeland. He was so insistent on keeping an eye on her that Amy began to wonder exactly who was in charge!But was Dylan getting so close to Amy for professional or personal reasons? The man gave nothing away and Amy wasn't sure if it was ambition or seduction on his mind! And, working side by side, things were reaching boiling point….

Leigh Michaels has written almost seventy novels for Harlequin Romance®. Her sparkling, warmly emotional style has captivated readers around the world, and she has over thirty million books in print. Translated into more than twenty languages, her stories feature characters that women everywhere, from all nationalities, can relate to—and enjoy reading time and again!

For fresh, emotionally exhilarating novels, look out for Leigh Michaels!

Bride by Design (#3720)

Leigh loves to hear from her readers. You can write to her at P.O. Box 935, Ottumwa, Iowa, 52501-0935, U.S.A. Or e-mail: leighmichael@franklin.lisco.net.

Books by Leigh Michaels

HARLEQUIN ROMANCE®

3628—THE CORPORATE WIFE

3637—THE BRIDAL SWAP

3656—A CONVENIENT AFFAIR

3672—HIS TROPHY WIFE

3691—BACKWARDS HONEYMOON

From boardroom…to bride and groom!

A secret romance, a forbidden affair, a thrilling attraction?

Working side by side, nine to five—and beyond….

No matter how hard these couples try to keep their relationships strictly professional, romance is definitely on the agenda!

But will a date in the office diary lead to an appointment at the altar?

Find out in this exciting new miniseries from Harlequin Romance®.

A Professional Marriage (#3721)

by Jessica Steele

The Boss’s Daughter

Leigh Michaels

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CONTENTS

CHAPTER ONE (#uba99a770-5199-5622-9727-ce047005b2b0)

CHAPTER TWO (#u378735fb-7a5b-5d42-9145-a354fc1c08cc)

CHAPTER THREE (#u069e24cf-4336-5710-baec-7a0f09e660cb)

CHAPTER FOUR (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER FIVE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER SIX (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER SEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER EIGHT (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER NINE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER TEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER ONE

AMY hesitated outside her father’s hospital room. Then she took a deep breath and pushed the door open. No matter what Gavin Sherwood wanted to tell her, she knew that delaying wouldn’t make it any easier to take, so she might just as well get it over with.

Inside the room, she paused to look at the man lying propped up in the hospital bed, surrounded by high-tech equipment. There was less machinery now than there had been three days ago, when she’d seen him in the intensive care unit right after his heart attack. He was still very ill, there was no denying that. But his color was better, and he was no longer nearly as fragile-looking as he had been a few days before. He was going to make it.

So whatever Gavin had on his mind, Amy told herself, she would listen patiently and politely and then do precisely as she pleased. She wouldn’t exactly blow a raspberry at him, of course, no matter what he said—because he was still her father. But she wasn’t going to be manipulated into making any deathbed promises to a man who clearly wasn’t on his deathbed.

Gavin opened his eyes. “You finally got my message, I see.”

He sounded a little querulous, Amy thought, and his voice hadn’t yet regained all its power—or perhaps the feeble quaver was intentional.

Amy moved closer to the bedside. “Message? It sounded more like a summons to me.”

“Took you long enough to get here. Where have you been? Out all night?”

As if he has any right to ask. “No, I got up early and went out for a walk. What is it you want, Gavin?”

“It’s a bit involved, I’m afraid. Sit down, Amy.”

“No, thanks. I didn’t come for a leisurely chat, and I’d just as soon not be here when your fiancеe gets back from the cafeteria or wherever she’s gone.”

“Honey went home for a while.”

Amy lifted an eyebrow. So she could rest, or so you could? she wanted to ask.

“This has been an ordeal for her.”

“She was obviously under a lot of stress the night you came into the hospital,” Amy agreed. In fact, she seemed to regard your illness as a great personal inconvenience.