There was no use pretending. Isis eagle eye had penetrated her disguise. Abby pulled the pins. Her platinum hair cascaded down her shoulders. She no longer blended with the woodwork-the perfect executive secretary to the irascible trial lawyer and lady’s man, Greyson McCallum. But she was still a fugitive from the man who had betrayed her… the man who would arrive in Atlanta within hours. Her only alternative was to flee again or accept McCallum’s outrageous offer She would pose as his live-in lover! He had offered his protection … and forced her to see him in a dangerous new light. Was she merely exchanging one risky masquerade for another? Candlelight Ecstasy #113