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Expecting His Secret Heir

By:Dani Wade

Expecting His Secret Heir
Dani Wade

       The one-night stand who got away is back-and expecting...

Security entrepreneur Zachary Gatlin can't decide whether to kiss her  senseless or give her the brush-off, but Sadie Adams insinuates herself  into his business and he's hooked.

Sadie's on a mission to dig up dirt on Zach and disqualify him from a  multimillion-dollar inheritance. Success means she'll be able to pay for  her little sister's medical bills. But when Zach once again proves  irresistible to Sadie, she faces a fateful choice: follow her heart or  save her sister. And then there's the child she's carrying-Zach's  child...

Well, look what snuck in while I was in the kitchen.

Zach should stay away-he really should-but knew he wouldn't. Casually  making his way across the room, he stopped to check in at a few tables  while keeping Sadie in view. Her laughter, her smile were beautiful  things, though she wasn't overtly flirting. Still, a surprising surge of  anger streaked through him. He found himself circling slowly, almost  like a lion studying his prey from all angles.

Coming in from behind, he could no longer see her face, but he could finally hear her words.

"So did they know someone was sabotaging the mill before this?"

Every cell in his body went alert at the question. Why was she asking?

"Oh, yeah," one of the locals eagerly replied. "Of course, those of us that work there knew it way before any manager did."

She nodded, which caused the muted lighting to glint off her ruby curls.

Standing right behind her, Zach felt a moment of evil satisfaction that  he stood so close, yet she seemed unaware. Every time he was around this  woman, his hackles rose.

He wasn't sure whether to shake her or kiss her.

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Expecting His Secret Heir is part of the series Mill Town Millionaires from Dani Wade.

Dear Reader,

My mama used to say that when you married someone, you married their  family, too. In Expecting His Secret Heir, family is the one thing that  brings Zach and Sadie together-and the very thing that keeps them apart.  Family can be complicated, happy, troubled or, in this case...a secret.

Zach and Sadie are each working hard to keep their families safe, and I  was amazed how such noble intentions could cause so much conflict  between two people trying to do their best. Still, they can't stay away  from each other. Will they both get what they want? Or will one of them  have to sacrifice their good intentions on the altar of a new family  waiting in the wings?

I'd love to know what you think about Zach and Sadie's story! You can email me at [email protected] or keep in touch with me through my website www.daniwade.com. I'm also active on Facebook at www.Facebook.com/dani.wade.1.




From her crouching vantage point, Sadie Adams sized up the composition before her with an artistic eye.

Wide, straight shoulders of a towering man, silhouetted against the  smoking buildings and rubble. A small strip of dead cotton plants in the  foreground. The sun lightening the top of his thick head of hair,  leaving the rest of him in shadow. Standing in profile, hands on his  hips, head hung as if in despair.

As the shutter clicked, she wondered about his story. Had he been an  employee of the ruined mill behind him, or was he there to help? As  several men approached, he raised his head, giving her a clearer view of  his rough-cut features.

I should have known.

Those broad shoulders, clothes that fit a tight, strong body in all the  right places-he was the most capable man she'd ever known. The most  incredible lover she'd ever had. The one it had almost killed her to  walk away from.

Zachary Gatlin was the reason she was back in Black Hills, South Carolina. But he could never know that.

She took a few more pictures, surreptitiously inching in the other  direction, as he talked with the men surrounding him. Yet she kept  Zachary Gatlin in her line of sight. Five years ago, he had blended in  with the crowd. A worker bee. Now, he was clearly in charge, directing  those around him with decisive gestures and a firm tone that reached her  even though she couldn't make out the words.

Had he worked his way up into management at the mill? Would that change how he treated her? Would it change how he saw her?

Moving along the edge of the parking lot, she attempted to get closer to  the ruined buildings. Her high-quality camera had some amazing close-up  capabilities that she was eager to test. The piece of equipment was a  luxury she couldn't afford-but her employer could, and he was pulling  out all the stops to ensure she got the information he needed. She  should feel dirty for accepting the camera, but it was the one thing-the  only thing-she didn't regret in her current situation.                       


If Zachary knew the truth, he'd make sure she deeply regretted ever  coming back here. He wouldn't rage or get physical. He wouldn't need to.  That dark stare and hard features would be enough to make his point. At  least, that was the Zachary she'd known-or thought she'd known.

Would he be the same now?

Turning to the smoking ruins, she focused on the things she knew. Angle,  lighting, depth, perception. Her circumstances had prevented her from  pursuing photography at a professional level, even though she'd had a  few photographs published, thanks to a friend. But if her life had been  different, with fewer obligations, maybe she could have followed her own  dreams instead of lying awake at night wondering how her family would  all survive.

Lost in her art, she'd almost blocked out her surroundings until a masculine voice spoke near her. "Ma'am?"

For just a moment, her heart jump-started. Had Zach finally spotted her?  But she turned to find a generic security guard by her side. "Yes?"

"If you'll come with me, please?"

Though it was a question, his firm gesture in the direction he wanted her to go brooked no arguments.

After ten steps she had no doubt where he was leading her. Desperate to  delay the inevitable, she paused. "Excuse me? Could you explain what  happened here?"

Possibly fooled by her innocent expression, the man stopped, too, and  cocked his head to the side. "You aren't from around here, are you?"

She shook her head. "No. I've visited before, and really wanted to come  back. But I didn't think I would find the quiet place I remembered in  such an uproar."

That was the truth. The single hotel in the area had been booked full.  Sadie had managed to get the last room in the last B and B with an  opening. From the types of people she saw coming and going, most of the  influx consisted of firefighters and construction crews. From the looks  of the half-full parking lot, quite a few of those guys were out here  today.

"I kinda guessed, based on the accent," he said with a smile.

Yep. No matter how she tried to tame it, her Texas breeding colored her every word.

The guard went on, "Well, the admin building on this side of the plant had a bomb go off in it."

Sadie made herself look surprised, even though she'd picked up this  tidbit of information around town already. "Really? Who would want to do  that? This is the main source of employment for the town, if I remember  right."

"It sure is," the man said, shaking his head. "They say they have a  suspect in custody but haven't released any names yet." He stared up at  the building for a moment, looking confused. "I have no idea why someone  would want to ruin the mill, but after all the bad stuff that's  happened around here in the last year-"

"Steve," Zach barked from over a dozen feet away.

"Oops. Better get movin'," the guard said.

Each step felt like a final walk down death row, but Sadie forced  herself to move. After all, making contact with Zach was the reason she  was here. She needed to spend as much time with him as possible-and she  hoped their previous one-night stand might give her a bit of an in, even  if the fact that she'd disappeared after it wouldn't make it a positive  in.

Zach still had a group of workers around him who parted as she drew  near. She expected them to skedaddle now that the boss had new business,  but no. Not a single one moved away.

Her petite five-foot-five stature had been the bane of her existence  ever since she'd realized she wouldn't be growing anymore, and being  surrounded by a bunch of six-foot-tall men did not set her at ease. She  felt like David approaching Goliath against his will.

Not that she had any sort of righteousness on her side.

There was only a moment to study Zach up close. His thick jet hair was a  little longer than it had been the last time she'd seen him.  Remembering that night long ago, she couldn't help the itch to bury her  fingers in those silky strands again. Or to run her fingertips over the  weary lines of his chiseled features until the tension melted away.

Her sensual memories were dimmed by the current hard look on his face.  There was no glimmer of recognition or softening as she stood before  him, even though she could remember every detail of the body that now  towered over her. No smile of welcome softened his sculpted lips as he  asked, "What are you doing?"