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him.
                  "We are always looking for good people actually. If you are looking."
                  She narrowed her eyes and took in Jake's older brother. Jackson Delaney was the shrewdest business man in the state of Tennessee. He was known for being cold and decisive. He wouldn't offer her a job out of pity.
                  She pulled herself up straight, lifting her chin.
                  "I see nothing wrong with a hard day’s work."
                  She glared at Jake who was watching her with a look of pure fascination.
                  "But I don't work nights."
                  Jackson let out a sharp bark of laughter. Daniel was smiling too when she glanced at him. She relaxed a little.
                  "I like her already. Come on Eleanor. Let's introduce you to Mrs. Garretty, our housekeeper."
                  She followed Jackson into the house, ignoring Jake completely. She could feel him behind her, hovering like a mother hen.
                  It was with supreme satisfaction that she watched Jackson close the door to the housekeeper's office in his face.

7.
     
     
     
     
                  Jake dumped a shot of bourbon into his eggnog. He was drunk. But he wasn't drunk enough for this. It was a long standing tradition, one his mother had adored. Jake hated it, even as a child.
                  The annual Delancey Stables Christmas party.
                  A celebration of rich old fat cats and the reigning class of Brentwood, Tennessee. Plus horse people of course. He didn't mind the horse people so much, even if they were mostly rich as hell. At least they worked for a living.
                  Elle was here too somewhere. She'd been here for two weeks now. Ignoring him. He'd had fantasies of having her at his beck and call. Close at hand so he would make his moves on her. Not that he usually needed moves to get a girl in bed. Even one as gorgeous as Elle.
                  He snorted, earning him a reproving look from one of his great aunts.
                  Fat chance.
                  There simply weren't any women as good looking as her. Not that he'd seen anyway. And she seemed blissfully unconcerned with how she looked, or the effect she was having on him. She was just worried about keeping a roof over her head.
                  Not that he could fault her for that.
                  She'd proven herself to be a hard worker. The staff all loved her. They all seemed to be on her side in the battle of the sexes that was waging between them.
                  It all boiled down to one thing: he wanted sex. And she wasn't giving it to him.
                  He laughed again, proving to everyone in earshot that he was the crazy Delancey brother. Oh well, at least he wasn't disappointing them. It was pretty much what was expected of him at this point.
                  Why buck tradition by acting normal? He was the bad brother, and fiercely proud of it.
                  He finished his drink and wandered off to look for something else to imbibe. He passed through the living room to see his father holding court in his wheelchair and turned toward the library. That's when he heard it.
                  Someone was singing.
                  At first he'd thought it was a recording, the voice was so beautiful. But then the richness of it washed over him, making him realize someone was singing here. Now.
                  An angel.
                  The voice lifted higher, soaring above the party noises. It was sweet but not pure. No, there was a rich, husky quality to it. It sounded like smoke.
                  A boulder settled in his stomach.
                  Goosebumps broke out on his