Project Director Zane Caldwell has a major problem -- a charming, go-getter hotshot from Chicago named Ford Trionni, recently hired at Widdley Finch Inc., a Connecticut-based marketing research company. The man, whom the secretarial pool nicknamed "The Italian Stallion" based on his stunning good looks and sexual aura, has also gained the reputation of a superstar in the industry due to his innovative analytical techniques. The trouble is, the man wears his accolades like a badge on his lapel, strutting around the office like a peacock.<br><br>Ford's self-centered, lofty attitude drives Zane to utter distraction. Even worse, the man seems to know it, intentionally using his sizzling sex appeal to tie Zane's patience and libido into knots while giving off mixed messages of mutual attraction. But from what Zane can tell, Ford's already involved in an intense relationship with someone else, and the last thing Zane wants is to fall for a guy who not only treats him like a peon instead of an equal, but intends to make him a side dish to his current love affair.<br><br>Yet as he works with Ford on an important account, Zane begins to realize there's more to Ford than the man lets on, and all may not be what it seems. As the heat between them builds into an inferno despite their contrary work relationship, Zane vows to get to the bottom of Ford's confusing behavior once and for all. Is the man playing games with Zane's job and his heart, or is there a chance they might actually discover they're the perfect partners?

And the Survey Says

“So the person I need to consult is the administrator of a local nursing home. I need to see if the place can actually take Mitch into its care. They said they’d give me an answer next week. If they can’t take him, I’ll have to find another facility, and its location will eventually determine where I end up residing. I don’t want to be too far away. I need to be able to visit regularly, putting into place the same routine we had in Chicago.”


“You said he’s your big brother?”


“He’s thirty-four, yes,” he replied, his expression suddenly turning hard as stone, while his voice grew frosty, “but he has the mental development of a five- or six-year-old. He’s a child in a man’s body. So yes, he misses me and he panics and—”


“Ford, no need to get defensive. I was just clarifying whether I’d heard you correctly.”


Chapter 24