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It reads like a Hollywood script!
Yohanna
I’m not looking for romance. I’d rather just focus on my career; it’s what I’m good at. Love?
Not so much.
Lukkas
It’s been years since I’ve dated—legitimately. Yes, the paparazzi have shot me with beautiful women, but they’re just photo ops. (shaking his head vehemently) I’m not looking for love. Not me! Not again!
Yohanna’s mum
I tell her all the time, “Get married!
It’ll solve all your problems!” (breathing exasperatedly) But does she listen? When is she going to learn that Mother knows best?
The Matchmaking Mamas
We haven’t met a bachelor or bachelorette we can’t match. (smiling sweetly into the camera) Today: single … Tomorrow: in love!
This is what the critics are saying: “Finding your soul mate has never been so much fun!”
Her Red-Carpet Romance
Marie Ferrarella
USA TODAY bestselling and RITA® Award-winning author MARIE FERRARELLA has written more than two hundred books for Harlequin, some under the name Marie Nicole. Her romances are beloved by fans worldwide. Visit her website, marieferrarella.com.
To
Mary-Theresa Hussey
in loving gratitude
for all the good years
Contents
Cecilia Parnell reached into her pocket to take out the key her client had given her, then stopped midway and pulled her hand out again.
The initial movement had been automatic. She had the keys to all of her clients’ homes. Ninety percent of her clients were at work when she and her cleaning crew arrived; the other 10 percent usually preferred to be out when their homes were rendered spotless from top to bottom.
A firm believer in boundaries and privacy, Cecilia made it a policy never to use the key when she knew her client would be home. And today Yohanna Andrzejewski was home. She knew that because the young woman had specifically requested to see her.
Cecilia assumed the request had something to do with some sort of dissatisfaction with the quality of the work her crew did. If so, this would be a first, since no one had ever registered any complaints, not in all the years that she had been in this business.
Pressing the doorbell, Cecilia took a step back from the condo door so that Yohanna could see her when she looked through the peephole.
But it was obvious that her client didn’t bother checking to see who was there. The door opened immediately, giving Cecilia the impression that the young woman was standing right behind the front door, waiting for her to arrive.
“Thank you for coming, Mrs. Parnell,” Yohanna said, closing the door behind her. She sounded breathless, as if she’d been running.
Or perhaps crying.
“Of course, dear—” Cecilia replied kindly.
