“You heard me, Paige. I asked if you’ll marry me.”
“I don’t suppose you’d like to explain why on earth you think it would be a good idea.”
Austin frowned. “I thought it would be obvious.”
“Maybe you could hit the high spots,” Paige suggested hopefully. “Just so we’re both clear on what kind of a deal we’re talking about. I mean, you wouldn’t want me to get the crazy idea that you’ve fallen madly in love with me the last few days. Would you?”
“That would be a little uncomfortable,” Austin agreed.
“So why do you want to—” she hoped he’d miss the tiny quaver in her voice “—marry me?”
Three single women, one home-help agency—and three professional bachelors in search of…a wife?
*Are you a busy executive with a demanding career?
*Do you need help with those time-consuming everyday errands?
*Ever wished you could hire a house-sitter, caterer…or even a glamorous partner for that special social occasion?
Meet Cassie, Sabrina and Paige—three independent women who’ve formed a business taking care of those troublesome domestic crises.
And meet the three gorgeous bachelors who are simply looking for a little help…and instead discover they’ve hired Ms. Right!
HUSBAND ON DEMAND #3600
BRIDE ON LOAN #3604
WIFE ON APPROVAL #3608
Wife on Approval
Leigh Michaels
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CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
THE deli had obviously been busy through the lunch hour, for when Paige came in, the serving counter looked as if it had been ravaged by a horde of hungry sailors. She eyed the feeble remains and said, “Just a cup of soup, please.”
Looking doubtful, the woman at the counter stirred the contents of the big black soup kettle. “There’s not much left but broth, I’m afraid, Ms. McDermott. Now that the lunch rush is past, I’m just starting to restock the sandwich bar, if you’d rather have something heartier. The pastrami is extra good today, the mustard’s really hot, and the rye bread is so fresh you can smell it across the room.”
Paige’s stomach churned at the very idea of the spicy combination. “No, thanks. The soup will do just ne.” She carried her thick stoneware mug over to a table where her two business partners were already seated.
Sabrina looked up with a smile and pushed her sandwich wrappings aside to make room for Paige, tipping over her half-full iced tea glass in the process.
Cassie fielded the glass, set it upright without losing a drop, and said without rancor, “Perhaps I was being foolish, Sabrina, to hope that falling in love and settling down would make you just a little less—”
“Clumsy?” Sabrina asked brightly.
“I was going to say, exuberant.”
“You don’t need to hesitate for fear of hurting my feelings, darling. Caleb doesn’t—he says he’s going to have his tuxedo tailored out of the stuff they use for bulletproof vests, just in case I trip over the train of my gown and slam into him at the altar.”
“Not only knocking down the groom but pushing all the ushers over like dominoes, I suppose,” Cassie mused.
Ushers. Paige didn’t want to ask who Sabrina’s fiancé had ended up asking to accompany him at his wedding; she was afraid she already knew the answer. “Have you ever thought of eloping?” she asked.
“Frequently,” Sabrina said dryly. “Especially since my mother got into the act and started coming up with ideas to make my wedding truly unique. But do I sense a little personal tension in that question? You can tell me, Paige. You don’t like the bridesmaids’ dresses I chose?”
“I wouldn’t know,” Paige said. “I haven’t had time to get to the shop to look at them.”
Cassie gathered up the remains of her lunch. “They’re absolutely luscious—but have you ever known Sabrina to choose something that’s not?”
