The older woman patted her gray hair with a graceful, feminine gesture. “Actually, dear, we’ve had dinner together every night since you left. You suggested I call him, remember?”

  “I…I think so.”

  The idea of crusty Red Sinclair connecting with this gracious, well-groomed woman who qualified every year at the expert level on a variety of lethal weapons both surprised and delighted Maggie. She started to tell her so, but just then a thunderous boom emanated from the outer office.

  Half the people in the room reached for their weapons. The other half froze.

  Maggie groaned. “Oh, no!”

  A moment later, a shaggy white shape came bounding into the office. When he saw the assembled crowd, Radizwell dropped to his haunches and planted his front paws in an effort to skid to a halt, but his momentum carried him forward. Like a runaway bale of cotton, the sheepdog careened into Senator Chandler.

  Arms windmilling, the dignified, silver-maned senator stumbled backward and landed on his duff. He glared at the unrepentant animal and clamped his jaw so tight the end of his unlit cigar broke off.

  “Someone grab him before he decides to mark his territory,” Maggie pleaded before she turned to face the man who stood in the doorway, surveying the scene with a look of unholy amusement on his face.

  “Adam! What’s that…that Hungarian doing here?”

  With a nod to the various occupants of the room, the secretary of the treasury-designate strolled over to Maggie. When she saw the look in his eyes, dread washed through her in waves.

  He confirmed her worst fears. “The vice president gave him to us as a wedding present.”

  “Oh, nooooo!”

  Laughing, Adam gathered her into his arms. “Oh, yes, my darling.”

  “But—”

  At that precise moment, Terence and Radizwell discovered each other. Total, uncontrolled pandemonium broke out.

  Letting loose with a series of barks that had the resonance and earsplitting volume of an artillery barrage, the komondor danced around Adam’s desk. Every time he got within striking distance of the foot well, a long pink tongue shot out and landed a stinging kiss on his face.

  At least Maggie thought it was his face. With Radizwell, she was never quite sure.

  Squealing with delight, the children jumped out of their chairs to join in the fun. Childish shrieks, adult laughter, and Senator Chandler’s blustery admonitions to get that damned hound under control joined Radizwell’s booming woofs.

  In the midst of it all, Maggie stood cradled in Adam’s arms. “What are my chances of convincing Taylor to take him back?” she shouted.

  “About the same as convincing me to ever let you go.”

  Wrapping her arms around his neck, she grinned up at him. “In that case, I guess he’s ours. Now, and forever.”

  ISBN: 978-1-4268-6823-8

  PERFECT DOUBLE

  Copyright © 1996 by Merline Lovelace

  All rights reserved. Except for use in any review, the reproduction or utilization of this work in whole or in part in any form by any electronic, mechanical or other means, now known or hereafter invented, including xerography, photocopying and recording, or in any information storage or retrieval system, is forbidden without the written permission of the publisher, Harlequin Enterprises Limited, 225 Duncan Mill Road, Don Mills, Ontario, Canada M3B 3K9.

  All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure invention.

  This edition published by arrangement with Harlequin Books S.A.

  ® and TM are trademarks of the publisher. Trademarks indicated with ® are registered in the United States Patent and Trademark Office, the Canadian Trade Marks Office and in other countries.

  www.eHarlequin.com

 

 

  Merline Lovelace, Perfect Double

 

 

  Thank you for reading books on GrayCity.Net
Share this book with friends