Chapter Five

The vultures were circling. 

Wendy stood back, wineglass in hand, and surveyed the crowded ballroom. The fund-raiser was supposed to be more pleasure than business, but business was uppermost on the minds of her competition.

Across the room, Damon Paige stood in a large group of people. He looked relaxed, seemingly in his element, an easy smile making his extraordinarily handsome face even more gorgeous.

It should be a crime for a man to be that good-looking. Tall, rugged, he looked every inch the kind of man who’d be at home in the athletic wear his company designed and sold. There was an aura of confidence and power around him, and above all, Wendy loved a man who was sure of himself.

Given the long, searching glances they’d exchanged over the last few weeks since she came to live with Deborah, she’d be a fool not to entertain the idea of seeing where things could lead...If he wasn’t a prospective client.