Her Bad Boy Billionaire Lover (Billionaire Lovers) by Bretton, Barbara

of her cabin, right down to the panel ed wall near the bathroom that supposedly concealed a secret passageway that linked various suites. "How wonderfully decadent," Ingrid said. She named the billionaire who had first owned the yacht. "No wonder he always looked so tired. The man never slept." "This phone call is costing us a small fortune," Megan said. "Let me say hi to Jenny and I'll hang up." A moment later her daughter's sweet voice curled itself inside Megan's ear. "We're having pizza tonight. Can I have pepperoni on mine?" "That's up to Ingrid, sweetheart." "And ice cream for dessert?" "Ask Ingrid," Megan said with a laugh. "She's in charge while I'm away." Jenny chattered on about the class trip she'd taken today and Megan found her eyes filling with homesick tears as Jenny described the glass-bottom boat and all the wonders she'd seen beneath the sea. Megan could just imagine her little girl's round cheeks all pink from the sun, her big golden-brown eyes glittering with excitement. Jenny was a small, volatile bundle of energy and enthusiasm, so much her father's daughter that at times it almost hurt Megan to look at her. If only I could be sure I was doing the right thing for you, Jenny, she thought, but I'm as new at this as you are. There were times she felt as if she were running just one step ahead of her little girl, trying desperately to pave the way for her. "Do you have your four- leaf clover, mommy?" Jenny asked in her piping voice. "Absolutely," Megan said