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“Honestly, Rick. I was going to tell you about the girls when you came home. I want them to know their daddy. ”

Shaking his head, he grabbed her upper arms, pulling her close.

Sadie felt heat radiating off his body and reaching into hers. Just the touch of his hands on her skin was enough to start small brushfires in her blood.

His gaze moved over her features like a slow caress. And his eyes were still churning with too many emotions to count. “I want to believe you, Sadie. ”

She tipped her head back to meet his eyes. “You can trust me, Rick. ”

“That’s to be seen. But there’s only one thing to be done now. ”

A ripple of apprehension scuttled through Sadie and still she asked, “What’s that?”

“We’re getting married. ”

Dear Reader,

Being invited to be a part of a continuity series is always an honour. But I have to say, I was especially excited to write one of the MILLIONAIRE’S CLUB books. I love this series myself, so writing one was a treat!

In One Night, Two Heirs, you’ll meet Sadie Price and Rick Pruitt. They both grew up in Royal, Texas, but never really connected. Rick was raised on the family ranch when his career military father wasn’t dragging them all around the world.

Sadie was raised to be the perfect daughter—never a step out of line. Until of course, one spectacular night that changed both of them forever.

But it’s not just Sadie and Rick’s relationship going through some major upheavals! There are all kinds of interesting things happening in Royal. Big changes are floating around and not everyone is happy about that!

I really hope you enjoy Rick and Sadie’s story. I had such a good time writing it—I can’t wait to see what you think of it.

Happy Reading!

Maureen

One Night,

Two Heirs

Maureen Child

About the Author

To Charles Griemsman, a world class editor.

Thanks for making working on this continuity

such a pleasure, Charles!

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Marine First Sergeant Rick Pruitt had thirty days’ leave to decide the rest of his life.

“But no pressure,” he muttered and loped across Main Street. He lifted a hand to wave at Joe Davis. His boyhood buddy was still driving that battered, dusty red truck. Rick paused on the sidewalk when his friend pulled to the curb to talk to him. Joe rolled the passenger-side window down and grinned. “Look what the east Texas wind blew home. When’d you get here, Rick?”

“Yesterday. ” Rick tipped the brim of his hat back a bit, leaned his forearms on the window frame and only winced a little at the red-hot feel of the metal against his arms. If there was one thing a Texas boy learned to deal with at an early age, it was the summer heat.