Hot Property (Hot Zone 4)

?m here because I have a plan.” Amy’s eyes glittered with excitement. “I was up late working on a way to organize your life and give you the time you need. I really think you’re going to be impressed.”

“Who’s at the door?” his mother called, her voice coming closer with every word she spoke.

“Your sister?” Amy whispered.

He shook his head. “Worse.”

At that moment, Cassandra Lee joined them in all her dramatic glory. “John, aren’t you going to introduce me to your—”

“Mom, this is Amy Stone, Amy this is my mother, Cassandra Lee,” he said, cutting her off before she could draw any conclusions about who Amy was. No way was he playing “fill in the blanks” with his mother.

Amy’s eyes opened wide. Clearly she hadn’t been expecting to find the movie star in the flesh. To Amy’s credit, she recovered quickly and stepped forward, her hand extended. “I’m a huge fan,” she admitted. “It’s wonderful to meet you. John’s told me so much about you!”

“All of it good, of course?” his mother said, lightly clasping Amy’s hand.

“Is there anything else?” Amy asked, working his mother like a pro. “I had no idea you were coming to town.”

“That’s because John didn’t know, either. I just love surprises and I missed my children.” Her gaze darted away from Amy’s just enough for Roper to know his mother was lying.

Just enough. Because Cassandra Lee was an accomplished actress, only her son would have caught the slip.

“I’m sure you know John’s sister is planning a wedding and she needs my help,” his mother continued.

Unfortunately for him, it didn’t matter why his mother was here. Only that she’d arrived and planned on staying. Which meant what little peace and quiet he had, which admittedly wasn’t much, was now over.

He had one source of salvation and she just happened to have arrived at the right moment. He wondered if Amy could save him from his family or if she just believed she could. He supposed he’d know soon enough.

Amy met John’s gaze over his mother’s head. He winked at her, but in his eyes, she saw the plea for help. She had to admit being needed by him was seductive, even if it was her job to keep his mother out of his way.

She’d planned on talking to him about his brother, but she could adapt to the unexpected. Surely even a famous actress had to be easier to deal with than the perpetually naked residents she dealt with back in Florida.

“I’m exhausted after traveling all night. Would you mind if we got to know each other later? I need to lie down.” Without waiting for a reply, Cassandra started for the guest room down the hall.

“Wait!” Amy strode up to her. “You don’t want to stay here, do you? John gets up early in the morning. Wouldn’t a hotel suite be more comfortable? You’d have room service day or night, turn-down service in the evening and a full staff to make you more comfortable,” Amy said, finishing on a winded breath.

Cassandra’s eyes lit up at her suggestion. “That’s a wonderful idea. John, wherever did you find her?” his mother asked.

Amy glanced at Roper, whose tight smile had turned into a full-fledged grin. A sexy grin, not that she wanted to admit as much.

“I work for the Hot Zone,” Amy said.

He walked over and slung a casually draped arm over her shoulder. “Isn’t she the best?” Roper asked.

“I must admit she’s got more on the ball than the usual women you associate with.” Cassandra looked Amy over with practiced ease.

She tried not to fidget under the scrutiny or imagine how she came up short compared to the other women in Roper’s life. A New York makeover could only go so far….

As if sensing her discomfort, Roper pulled her closer. His body aligned with hers, bare chest and all. Heat shot upward as his masculine morning scent wrapped around her, making her tingle.

She swallowed hard, then cleared her throat. “Well, why don’t I go make that hotel reservation?”

“Good idea, but not the Ritz Carlton or the Waldorf. I prefer the London NYC. Their staff is my favorite. Book me one of their specialty suites.”

“Mother, you do not need twenty-two-hundred square feet of space for a short stay. Book her a Vista Suite.”

“A two-bedroom,” Cassandra countered.

“Fine,” Roper said through clenched teeth.