To Catch a Man (In 30 Days or Less) (The BAD BOY BILLIONAIRES Series) Read Free

that?  He hadn’t heard a sound but there
she was, right by his elbow.
    “Just a sec.”  He reached through
the window of his car and grabbed the novel he’d bought in the airport. 
Quickly, he copied her particulars into the back of the book and when she
handed him her insurance papers he recorded that information as well.  He
turned around to hand them back to her but she had her back to him, her cell
phone positioned as she took photos of her car.
    “For the record,” she said and gave
him a smile that wasn’t mocking or sarcastic but wide and genuine and
beautiful, a smile that so transformed her face that he couldn’t help but
stare.  Again.
    For a moment they both stood there
– he, staring at her and she, smiling at him.  She almost looked like she
wanted to say something else, probably even strike up a real conversation,
nothing to do with cars or accidents.  He certainly did.
    But then, just as he was about to
speak, she took the papers from him then stepped back and lifted her hand in a
little wave.  “Well, I’ve got to run,” she said.  “Got things to do and people
to see.  In fact,” she glanced away and a look of concern flitted across her
face, “I'd better get cracking on my next assignment, as crazy as it is.”
    Crazy assignment?  That piqued his
interest but he got no chance to ask questions.  She was already walking back
to her SUV.
    Indiana Moon Lane slid into the
driver’s seat, started the vehicle, and without a backward glance she merged
into the slow-moving traffic and was gone.
    Stone, half bewildered, half
intrigued, stared after her.  This woman, so fearless and direct, was a world
apart from the hothouse flowers he was used to.  In fact, she looked like she’d
be happier on the wide open plains of the wild west or the jungles of South
America than stuck in the middle of traffic on a Canadian highway.
    Then a thought came to him, a crazy
thought, but he couldn’t shake it.  What if she was the one he’d been looking
for all along?

 
    CHAPTER
TWO
     
    Indie pushed the supermarket
trolley down the aisle with Tessa in tow.  She reached for a head of Romaine
lettuce and threw it into the cart on top of the bag of potatoes, tray of sweet
corn and the big green watermelon that she planned to devour later.  She loved
herself some watermelon.
    She was bending over to grab a bag
of navel oranges from a huge bin when Tessa grabbed her arm.
    “What about that one?”  her friend
whispered fiercely.
    Indie looked up and there, at the
end of the aisle, was a very tall, very handsome man, his long dark hair pulled
back with a string, his muscular arms quite visible in a sleeveless exercise
top.  He was wearing sweatpants and gym shoes and he had a carton of milk in
his shopping basket.  He was studying the label on a box of cereal.  Obviously,
a health nut.  Not that that was a bad thing.  But still…
    “So?”  Tessa nudged her.  “What do
you think?”
    Indie grimaced and turned her attention
back to the oranges.  “Nah.  Too pretty.”
    “Too pre-”  Tessa glared up at
her.  “Will you be serious?  You asked me to help you, Indie, but you’re not
even trying.”
    “I am serious.  Too pretty.”  Indie
looked down at her diminutive friend, her straight blonde hair falling past her
shoulders, her big brown eyes and full red lips giving her the appearance of a
cute little doll.  Now that was the look men craved.  Who would waste time
looking at a short-haired Amazon like her when a little princess like Tessa was
right there?  Indie sighed.  “When will you learn, Tessa?  Heartthrobs like
that aren’t looking for women like me.  I’m too big and intimidating.  Too
plain.  Now go hunt me somebody else more ordinary looking.”
    Indie dropped the oranges into the
cart and moved on to the tomatoes but out of the corner of her eye she could
see Tessa standing there in the aisle, glowering at her.  Then, with a sigh of
obvious frustration, she