Mr Right Next Door

Mr Right Next Door
Teresa Hill

The pretty blonde he’d been tracking for weeks stood right in front of him.

“I’m Nick. Nick Callahan,” he said. He offered his hand.

She took it, and it was warm to the touch. Had she been sunning herself? Sweethell.This assignment was going to kill him.

“I’m Kim Cassidy,” she said. “I have the apartment next door. Welcome to Magnolia Falls. Will you be staying long?”

“I’m not sure yet. Depends on how long my business takes, and then… Well, they owe me some time off. Seems like a nice, quiet place.” He shrugged.

“It is a nice place, and friendly,” she said.

Friendly? Was she going to be friendly? And what did this girl-next-door beauty think friendly entailed? Please, please, don’t let this assignment take awhile, he thought. If she got friendly, he just might not be able to take it.

TERESA HILL

lives in South Carolina with her husband, son and daughter. A former journalist for a South Carolina newspaper, she fondly remembers that her decision to write and explore the frontiers of romance came at about the same time she discovered that she’d never be able to join the crew of the Starship Enterprise.

Happy and proud to be a stay-home mum, she is thrilled to be living her lifelong dream of writing romances.

Mr Right Next Door

Teresa Hill

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

For the real Khleo, who lay under my feet,

hoping I’d rub his belly with my toes,

while I wrote most of this book.

My daughter insists everyone know he’s a male

cat, spells his name Khleo and is a sweet, gentle

soul, without a violent or vindictive bone

in his giant, furry body.

And for his brother, Inky,

who we call our $900 kitty, after his stay

at the Emergency Vet’s last Christmas.

Chapter One

Kim Cassidy grinned like crazy as she made her way off the plane at the Atlanta airport and into the arms of an exasperated-looking blond giant of a man who happened to be her brother.

Jackson Cassidy was gorgeous, solid as they came and most definitely mad.

“Are you trying to make me old before my time?” Jax demanded, crushing her to him for a long moment.

“No, I am not trying,” she said, hugging him in return before easing back to smile at him. “And you? Been flashing your badge around again?”

“What if I have?” he said, completely unrepentant, as he waved off the contingent of airport security waiting three paces behind him. “I’ve got it from here, guys. She’s not going to get away from me.”

Kim laughed.

“Come along quietly, miss, and I won’t get out the handcuffs,” he said, hustling her away from the gate.

Kim’s fellow passengers, many of whom she’d chatted with on the plane from Heathrow, looked aghast. Airport security understandably looked annoyed. She’d been met at the gate like this more than once, having an unfortunate tendency to run into trouble when traveling. Not that it had been all trouble this time.

“Honestly, baby girl, pirates?” he said, taking her tote bag from her and throwing it over his shoulder.

She giggled, couldn’t help it.

“Pirates?” he repeated, louder this time and sounding even more irate.

“Just a couple,” she said.

“That’s not what I heard.”

And, knowing him, he’d heard all about it by now. He probably knew more about the incident than she did, even though she’d been there and he’d been thousands of miles away.

It was truly annoying at times, sweet at others.

“It was not my fault,” she insisted. “I was minding my own business, doing nothing more dangerous than sunning myself on the pool deck of the ship. That’s it. Just lying there sipping my froufrou drink with one of those cute little umbrellas sticking out of it, when…”

Her cruise ship was attacked by pirates!

It was nearly impossible to believe.

She won a trip on a luxury cruise ship and what happened?

Attacked by modern-day pirates?

Who knew?

Leave it to her to find—on vacation—a disaster of the sort she’d thought had been extinct for hundreds of years.

“I mean…come on?” she tried. “Did you know there were still pirates floating around looking for ships to hijack? I didn’t know. How was I supposed to know?”

Looking no less worried or annoyed, Jax flipped open his cell phone and hit Speed Dial. As they continued to walk, he put the phone to his ear and said, “Got her. All in one piece, too….Yeah, we’ll be there in an hour and a half if I use my sirens.”

“There’s no need for sirens,” she insisted, trying to take the phone from him, but he just frowned down at her, flipped it shut and put it away, which meant he intended to interrogate her all by himself on the ride home without anyone getting in the way.