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    Safe in My Heart
    Safe in My Heart
    Safe in My Heart
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    Safe in My Heart

    By Leigh Michaels

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    Stunned when her fiancé betrays her, Katherine Whitman reacts by seducing her boss -- and when a single night of madness results in a pregnancy, she takes full responsibility. But Stephen Osborne insists they do as people always have -- get married. Does he want her, or only his baby?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLeigh Michaels
    Release dateJan 6, 2012
    ISBN9781466076051
    Safe in My Heart
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    Leigh Michaels

    Leigh Michaels (https://leighmichaels.com) is the author of more than 100 books, including contemporary romance novels, historical romance novels, and non-fiction books including local history and books about writing. She is the author of Writing the Romance Novel, which has been called the definitive guide to writing romances. Six of her books have been finalists in the Romance Writers of America RITA contest for best traditional romance of the year, and she has won two Reviewers' Choice awards from Romantic Times (RT Book Review) magazine. More than 35 million copies of her books have been published in 25 languages and 120 countries around the world. She teaches romance writing online at Gotham Writers Workshop.

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      Safe in My Heart - Leigh Michaels

      Safe in My Heart

      by Leigh Michaels

      Smashwords Edition

      http://www.leighmichaels.com

      Copyright 2012 Leigh Michaels

      First published 1993

      All rights reserved

      Cover illustration copyright 2012 Michael W. Lemberger

      Discover other titles by Leigh Michaels at

      http://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/LeighMichaels

      This is a work of fiction. Characters and events portrayed in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author, and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental.

      This e-book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only and may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

      CHAPTER 1

      The room was midnight-dark except for the burglar’s small flashlight flicking on at random intervals.

      At the side of the room, Katherine Whitman sat stiffly upright in her straight, uncomfortable chair, fingers clenched on the edges of the seat. She was staring, eyes wide, toward the center of the room, straining to hear the occasional whisper of sound that told her where the burglar was. There was nothing to see between those irregular flashes of light, but she stared anyway, in a futile effort to make out the image of what she knew was there.

      Total darkness could do strange things to a person, Katherine reminded herself. It interfered with one’s balance, since there was no landmark to relate to. It was almost smothering, like a blanket of warm fog. And it played games with the mind. Deprived of external stimuli, her brain insisted on making up its own data, so she actually believed she could see a flicker of movement and shape and color as the burglar drew nearer.

      The instantaneous, ludicrous urge to run had passed, but that didn’t eliminate Katherine’s longing to move, to cross one slim knee over the other, to scratch her nose, even to take a deep breath. Her orders, however, had been very clear. And any minute now — no, any second it would be over, anyway.

      A tiny red light blinked once, way up in the corner of the room, seeming as bright in the blackness as if it had been the sun rising, and a millisecond later a siren began to shriek above her head. Instinctively, Katherine closed her eyes just as spotlights — so powerful that she could hear the pop of the filaments as they flared into life — illuminated the burglar where he crouched in the center of the room.

      He flung himself facedown and pounded a frustrated fist on the floor. Dammit, would you shut that thing off? he yelled, and the siren died into blessed silence. The room lights came on, the powerful spots flicked off, and Katherine took her hands away from her ears and blinked as her eyes readjusted to normal light.

      The claustrophobic feel of the room had faded away along with the total darkness. This was not the small, cramped office it had seemed during the exercise, but an enormous, warehouse-like space. The model room the burglar had been attempting to invade was just one of a half dozen sets in HomeSafe’s test laboratory. And Katherine hadn’t been alone in the dark, either; every chair in the observers’ gallery was occupied.

      The man sitting beside her finished the notation he was writing in his leather-bound notebook, capped his fountain pen and put it away in the breast pocket of his jacket, then strode over to the black-clad figure on the floor.

      Well, Jake, Stephen Osborne asked politely, what do you think of our new motion detector now?

      The burglar rolled onto his back and stared up at the man standing over him. You told me you’d built a pet alley into the damned thing, Steve, he accused. You said the dead space was big enough so the guard dogs could wander around without setting the alarms off. You lied to me.

      Lied? Not at all. Of course there’s a pet alley, exactly where I told you it was. But you, my friend, are slightly larger than a German shepherd. More importantly, your profile’s different.

      The burglar sat up and tugged off his gloves. Do you mean to say your new system recognized, in the dark, that I don’t have a tail?

      Something like that. Stephen held a hand out.

      The burglar grabbed it and leapt lightly to his feet. And I suppose that’s all you’re going to tell me.

      Stephen’s dark eyebrows lifted. Of course. It’s a trade secret. All you need to know is that it’ll protect your customers even if they don’t understand exactly how it works.

      The burglar pulled the black stocking mask off his head and ran his fingers through his disheveled hair. They were a study in contrasts as they stood there shoulder to shoulder. Stephen Osborne, just a shade over six feet, impeccably tailored in silver-gray with a silk shirt and a hand-sewn tie, every dark brown hair in place. And Jake Holland, an inch shorter and a bit slighter in frame, in his black turtleneck and slacks, ruffled and dusty and every inch the cat burglar.

      They were a strange pair of friends, Katherine thought.

      A young woman standing nearby, one of a half dozen sales representatives who’d attended the test, turned to Katherine with a shiver. Jake Holland really gets into this stuff, doesn’t he? He could run these tests just as well with the lights on, but he insists on the darkness and the black clothes and all. The man gives me the creeps.

      Katherine shrugged. Any good security consultant wants test conditions to be as much like the real situation as possible. I wouldn’t want to run into Jake in a dark alley when he’s in costume, but he’s harmless, really.

      Stephen Osborne put a casual hand on Katherine’s shoulder. Of course he’s harmless. Jake’s a frustrated cloak-and-dagger type, that’s all. He ended up in the security business only because the CIA wouldn’t take him.

      Come on, Osborne, Jake protested. You’re just saying rude things because I beat the sensors on your windows this time.

      Stephen frowned. I know. We’ll have to work on that. Katherine, if you’re going back to the office, would you put this on my desk? He handed her the leather-bound notebook. I’m taking Jake to lunch so I can pick his brain. Oh, and would you ask Irene to reserve a table for two at The Pinnacle tonight? Ten o’clock should be safe.

      Katherine frowned a little. Safe?

      Stephen nodded. "In case the play runs long. We’re seeing Henry the some-number-or-other."

      And he obviously didn’t care what number it was. That meant his companion tonight would probably be Hannah Clayton, for she, not Stephen, was the Shakespeare fan. Which meant his table had better be ready the moment the play was over, because the gorgeous and self-assured Hannah did not like to be kept waiting. And that meant Katherine had better explain it all very carefully to the sometimes hapless Irene — or else go ahead and make the reservation herself. I’ll look after it, Stephen.

      Stephen put his index finger under Katherine’s chin and tipped her face up. You don’t have to. Remember? You’re not a secretary anymore. Irene is.

      Getting a table at The Pinnacle on a Friday night isn’t a matter to leave to the average secretary, she pointed out.

      He smiled down at her, his dark brown eyes dancing with golden lights. What’s the matter, Katherine? Are you aiming for another promotion by offering to take on even more executive responsibility? You might as well not bother — there’s nothing for you to move up to except my job, and I’m not ready to retire. He and Jake Holland left the security lab and vanished down the hall.

      The sales representative shook her head. Honestly, Katherine, I don’t know how you stand working for him.

      Stephen? He’s a great boss.

      I don’t doubt that. But how do you manage to keep from exploding in flames every time he looks at you? Take the way he smiles, for instance.

      Katherine’s jaw dropped. Are you feeling all right, Diane? Exposure to total darkness affects some people strangely. Stephen has a very pleasant smile, yes. It’s one of the nicest things about him, but—

      Diane was staring over the top of her half-glasses. All right, she said abruptly. Who is he?

      What on earth do you mean?

      The man who can keep you from noticing that Stephen Osborne exudes sex appeal.

      Katherine shrugged. I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about. The fact that she wasn’t quite telling the truth tugged at her conscience. No one knew about her and Travis, and he insisted that was the way it had to remain for the present. It wouldn’t be much longer, though. If the sales figures for last month ended up as Travis expected they would, and he was once again HomeSafe’s top salesman...

      Diane was watching her doubtfully.

      Look, Katherine said, you wouldn’t think in terms of sex appeal if you had to work with the man all the time. Don’t you know the office law that says no man is a hero to his secretary?

      Diane mulled that one over. But you’re not anymore. You’re his personal assistant.

      Technically, I never was his secretary. But the same principle applies. Katherine knelt beside her chair to gather up the folders she’d tucked safely underneath, in case Stephen had wanted information on any of the sensors or circuitry they’d been testing that morning. Why wasn’t Travis Baker here, Diane? she asked carelessly. I thought he wanted to see this demonstration.

      He’s got a problem with one of his accounts in Boulder, I guess. He won’t be back till late this afternoon.

      Katherine tried not to let herself feel disappointed. His absence really made no difference; even if Travis had attended, they couldn’t have gone out for lunch. She sighed. All this caution seemed so unnecessary. What harm was there in being seen together now and then? But Travis was being especially careful these days.

      Is he married? Diane asked.

      Katherine bit her tongue. She’d almost replied that of course Travis wasn’t married. Who do you mean?

      Who do you think? The man in your life you’re being so secretive about. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.

      Katherine put Stephen’s notebook on top of the folders. If I was to get involved with a man, I certainly wouldn’t choose one who was married. Any man who’d mess around behind his wife’s back wouldn’t stop for long even if he happened to change wives, and I want better than that for myself. She smiled at the quizzical look on Diane’s face. And no, that doesn’t mean I’ve been burned by a married man, either. So why don’t you stop speculating about my romantic history and go sell security systems? There’s a lot more profit in that for both of us.

      Diane shook her head in disbelief, but she went away. Katherine stayed to talk to the head of the testing division about the next system to be installed in the model room. By the time she got back to the suite of executive offices in the front wing of the sprawling complex, it was well into the lunch hour; Irene had left her desk and locked the office door. Katherine’s arms were aching from the weight of the file folders, and as she balanced them and tried to manage her key, her hand slipped and the folders scattered over the carpet.

      Muttering a couple of words under her breath, she stooped to retrieve them. Stephen’s leather-bound notebook had landed at her feet, open to the notes he’d been taking earlier. It was incredible, Katherine thought, that even in total darkness his writing was so neat it looked as if he’d had a desk lamp beside him.

      Not only does he set female employees on fire, she mused, but he can see in the dark, too. I should rush right down and tell Diane that bit of news!

      She left the stack of folders for Irene to file and went on into Stephen’s office, which was large and luxurious and so quiet that the sound of her own breathing seemed intrusive. It smelled good, too — a mix of leather and coffee and after-shave and the barest hint of cigar tobacco, no doubt still lingering from the chairman of the board’s most recent visit.

      She put Stephen’s notebook squarely on the center of his desk and wasted a couple of minutes gazing out at the Denver skyline. Today it looked particularly wonderful; last night’s thunderstorm had cleared the summer air, and the skyline was crisp and clear and distinct in the distance. A rare sight in mid-July, when there was usually a humid haze over the city.

      The big leather chair was turned toward the window, as if Stephen had also been gazing out over the city just before he went down to the lab. Katherine didn’t blame him. She, too, could think more clearly while looking at that glorious view

      Oh, well, back to business. She walked the short distance to her own office, settled at her desk, and called The Pinnacle for Stephen’s dinner reservation. The mere mention of his name won a warm response from the maître d’ and a promise that Mr. Osborne’s table would be ready no matter when he wanted it.

      Obviously, Stephen tipped very well indeed. Or else that charm Diane had been talking of worked on waiters, too.

      Katherine smiled. Diane had made it sound as if Stephen Osborne possessed a magnetism that drew women irresistibly into his power. And it was true that there was no lack of women in his life. Irene might be the one who had to keep his calendar straight, but Katherine saw it often enough to know how frequently he was dating and who he was seeing. It wasn’t a short list.

      Not that there was much variety there. They all seemed to be the cool and glamorous type, like Hannah Clayton — elegant and fashionable and suspiciously perfect.

      In fact, the mere thought of Hannah Clayton as Stephen’s love slave was enough to cause whoops of laughter, once Katherine let her imagination slip the leash and roam free. It simply wasn’t possible to picture Hannah’s perfectly-coiffed blond hair rumpled in the aftermath of lovemaking. But Stephen seemed to appreciate that icy perfection, so who was Katherine to question the attraction?

      There was no question about what Hannah saw in him; she was the kind who would have been attracted to Stephen Osborne even if he’d been two feet tall with warts on his nose, just because he was Rafe Osborne’s son and

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