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       Dear Reader

      When my editor asked if I wanted to write a story about billionaires and babies, my answer was an emphatic, ‘You bet!’ Nothing brings out a big strong man’s vulnerabilities more than placing a tiny person in his uncompromising line of advance. And as I tossed around ideas for a storyline the ways to create and widen cracks in my hero’s armour began to grow.

      My favourite kind of hero is in charge of his environment. He knows what he wants and how to get it on his terms. I began to scheme ways to place as many roadblocks in cool-and-collected Zack Harrison’s ‘environment’ as possible. First a much coveted business deal simply won’t come together. Then a freak snowstorm leaves Zack isolated with a baby who has materialised out of thin air. Finally there’s an incredibly sexy woman who not only disapproves of practically everything Zack stands for, but also manages to challenge his deepest beliefs. Check, check and check!

      After a single day and two amazing nights, when these problems are finally cleared from his life, Zack barely recognises himself. This predicament—the unprecedented feelings Trinity Matthews and that abandoned baby have brought out in him—was all supposed to be STRICTLY TEMPORARY.

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       Robyn

      This story is dedicated to another gorgeous Zack.

      Mission accomplished!

      With much thanks to my wonderful editor, Shana Smith, for her continuing belief and support, as well as to Jessica Alvarez for her fabulous input.

      Much appreciated, ladies!

      One

      Cool. Unruffled.

      Nothing rattled Zack Harrison’s cage.

      He viewed Denver’s unseasonal snowfall this afternoon as a picturesque bonus more than an inconvenience. Today’s setback with regard to his latest acquisition strike was another challenge, not a reason to rant. Achieving a goal should involve effort, Zack decided as he shrugged into his overcoat, thanked the concierge and collected his briefcase. He’d simply need to get more…inventive was the word.

      However, his patience was sorely tested when it came to the press. Last month’s beat-up was nothing short of laughable. Apparently he was a fiend who left underprivileged families homeless in order to expand his evil empire. And what about that recent piece questioning his treatment of an ambitious actress he’d been seeing? Without exception he treated women with respect but, from the get-go, he and Ally had agreed upon “fun and casual,” not “if I don’t see a diamond ring, I’ll expose your darkest secret.” As if blackmail would work. Unlike his father and siblings, this Harrison didn’t give a rat’s behind what people thought.

      But on this late-spring afternoon, as he strode from the hotel’s entrance, yanked open the waiting cab’s back passenger door and zipped inside the toasty cabin, Zack’s calm fled and he jumped back in his seat. He took a moment to adjust and study his unexpected company before leaning forward to tap the driver’s shoulder.

      “Your last fare forgot something.”

      The cabbie angled around. “A wallet?”

      “No,” Zack said. “A baby.”

      The other back door swung open. A cool rush whooshed inside along with a woman wearing a hooded cherry-red coat. She set a matching overnighter on her lap and promptly slapped the door shut against the howling drifts. Blowing warmth into her cupped hands, her attention shifted. Beneath the red hood, curious eyes the color of new violets slid from the infant car seat carrier up to Zack and back again.

      He considered her face, those eyes, and his chest grew unusually warm. He hadn’t met this woman before and yet something in her glittering gaze had him wondering if he knew her. Perhaps he’d simply like to.

      “I was in such a hurry, I didn’t see you get in,” she said, wrapping her manicured hands around the lip of her case. “Actually I couldn’t see much at all. Crazy, isn’t it? All this snow, I mean.”

      A slow smile hooked one