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was used to homes being only dozens of feet apart and instead of sitting on acres and acres of land they sat on mere lots. Where she grew up, everyone was literally in each other’s backyards. Her time in Manhattan following graduation had been no different, except she lived in a high-rise condo instead. So Trina was used to her city roots, not the rich seclusion afforded by the town of Aspen Valley.
    The driver turned on a cobblestone path and stopped right in front of wrought iron gates and a stone wall. The gates swung open only moments after the car came to a complete stop.
    A massive two-story brick home came into view as the driver maneuvered through the gates. The landscaping and lavish center garden caught her attention first. Red rose vines trailed along the brick encasing and up the trellis in the center.
    The car came to a halt beside a silver motorcycle with a helmet lying atop the leather seat. There was a three-car garage attached to the home, but no other cars outside. From what she understood, the bachelor lived almost entirely by himself.
    After what seemed like one hundred questions, the woman had taken her number and promised to call her back if the bachelor seeking a temporary wife was interested. Apparently she’d answered the questions to his liking, because no more than a few hours had passed before Trina received the return phone call asking her to come out to his home that evening. Now it was her turn to do some evaluating—in person.
    The back door opened before she could collect any more thoughts and she was led up the brick path. The driver gave a curt nod and rang the doorbell. “It was my pleasure. Enjoy your evening.” Without further words, he started back off toward the Rolls Royce.
    The locked turned on the other side of the door. The hinges creaked slightly as it was pulled open slowly.
    Trina gasped when a darkened figured filled the doorframe. She clutched her purse to her side and trailed her gaze up to meet smoky gray eyes. Eyes that belonged to the same dark stranger who’d rescued her from being held at gunpoint. Her breath caught in her chest and her belly rolled with instant recognition. Although they were standing a good two feet apart from each other with only the threshold separating them, she could smell his spicy cologne. Like the other night, he didn’t wear a smile but he had the most perfect set of lips and a hardened jaw line.
    “Trina Angelique Daniels.” His eyes seemed to shift back and forth across her, assessing her. “Finally, I’ve got your name.”
    “You?” The word barely escaped her lips, and it was all she could manage in her state of shock.
    “Third time’s a charm, huh?”
    He grinned, showing two rows of pearly whites.
    Most of her apprehension left her as the corners of his eyes turned up and gold danced around his irises. It was too bad that all she could remember about the night he’d saved her from the gunman was his last act of bravery to help her get away. That same night when she finally came to in a small ambulance, her savior had been gone. No one would give his name and the authorities had only referred to him as the male wolf shifter who tackled to the gunman to the ground and held him captive until authorities arrived to cart him off to jail.
    She shook her head. “Third?”
    “Let’s see.” He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “You brought me a drink then slapped me when I tried to come talk to you. You attracted a crazed gunman to take you hostage. You responded to my ad and…now you’re here.”
    From the looks of things, this man had some clout in this community. The size and workmanship of the home, his bachelor status, how he’d arranged the impromptu meeting after having his secretary grill her like a criminal prosecutor, and the circumstances under which she was here confirmed that he had more money than what he knew what to do with. But all she could think about was his candid attitude, but if it