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

up men in the supermarket is the answer.”
    Tessa set her mouth in a pout and
folded her arms across her chest.  “So what do you suggest, Miss Smarty Pants? 
Do you have a man tucked away somewhere that I don’t know about?”
    Indie rolled her eyes.  “You know I
don’t.  Unless you count that aid worker who took a shine to me in Haiti.”
    Tessa burst out laughing.  “You mean
Gorilla George from New Orleans?  From what you told me he's three times your
size and twice your age.”
    “Yeah,” Indie said with a shake of
her head, “but he’s available.”
    Tessa glared at her.  “We’re
desperate but not that desperate.”  Then her look softened.  “Don’t you know
anybody?  What about an old boyfriend?”
    “I don’t have time for boyfriends.”
    “Which is exactly why we’re in this
situation right now,” Tessa said, looking none too pleased.  “You’ve got to
make time for social life, Indie.  Life’s not just about saving the world. 
It’s also about love, and family and kids-”
    “Okay, stop right there.  That’s
your idea of life, not mine.”
    “You’re right.” Tessa’s shoulders
fell and she stared off toward the cashier.  Then, her mind obviously working
overtime, she turned back to Indie, an excited look on her face.  “I know
exactly where to find men who want to get married.”
    Indie frowned.  Nothing good ever
happened when Tessa got that excited look.
    “Where?”
    “In a church, where else?  Men of
the cloth – not priests, of course – are always looking for good women to
marry.  And the men in the congregation, too, they're looking for wives, aren’t
they?”  She began to push the trolley toward the cashier’s counter.  “Come on. 
We’ve got some church services to crash.”
    At that point Indie knew Tessa had
finally gone off her rocker.  “Stop.”
    That brought the little blonde
dynamo to a halt.  She looked back with an expression that said Indie was the
one who had gone bonkers.  She put her hands on her hips.  “Okay, that’s it. 
I’ve been the one coming up with all the ideas and you’ve killed every one of
them.  There’s got to be even one man in this whole world who you like.  Come
on, woman.  Give me something to work with.  Anything.”
    That made Indie pause and think.  One
man who she liked…
    “Well,” she began, her voice
uncertain, “there is one man…”
    “Thank you, Jesus.”  Tessa raised
her hands in an expression of praise then she ran to Indie.  “So, who is it? 
Tell me who you like and I’ll pull out all the stops to help you reel him in
even before the thirty days are up.  Who is he and where can I find him?”
    “I remember his name,” Indie said
with a chuckle, “because it’s real funny. Gladstone Hudson.  Gladstone.  Can
you believe it?"  She was grinning now.  “Although he calls himself Stone
so he can sound more macho.  I have his address in my notebook.  It’s in the
car.”
    Tessa frowned and cocked her head
to one side.  “Something's fishy here.  It sounds like you hardly know this
Gladstone fellow.”
    Indie shrugged.  “Just met him
today.  In the car accident.”
    Tessa opened her eyes wide.  “No. 
He’s the one who ran into the back of your car this evening?”
    “The same.”
    “And he’s the one you like?  But
how do you know you like him?  You spent all of ten minutes together.”
    Indie shrugged again.  “All I know
is, he’s the only man I’ve ever met who made my heart race just at the sight of
him.”  Then she laughed.  “Of course, I never let on that he had any effect on
me.  I was cool as cucumber.”
     Tessa nodded as she stared at
Indie.  “I can bet.”  Then slowly her dazed look melted and the old Tessa was
back.  A mischievous grin tickled her lips.  “Okay, Miss Indiana Moon Lane,
let’s get on home and start planning Operation Catch Mr. Gladstone Hudson right
away."
    And as she headed off to the
cashier, pushing