"I'm sorry," she said at last. "I don't think I quite understand." "It's perfectly simple. I've just proposed to you—asked you to become my wife." Miles sounded totally cool about it. "Look on it, if you want, as a new kind of contract." Her lips moved. "Marriage is—hardly a business arrangement." "I'd say that depends on the people involved." His gaze was steady. "Considering our individual circumstances, marriage between us seems a sensible idea." He paused. "I think we could work out a perfectly satisfactory deal." CHAPTER ONE 'CHESSIE—oh, Chess, you'll never guess what they're say¬ing in the post office.' Francesca Lloyd frowned slightly, but her attention didn't waver from her computer screen as her younger sis¬ter burst into the room. 'Jen, I've told you a hundred times, you're not supposed to come to this part of the house, and especially not during working hours.' 'Oh, nuts.' Jenny perched on a corner of the big desk, pushing aside some of the neat piles of paper to make room for herself.
