Her Three Entrepreneurs [The Hot Millionaires #8] by Zara Chase

and she grinned like an idiot. That grinning was short-lived when she realized she was still in Bay’s bed.
    Alone.
    The space next to her was empty, the sheets stone cold. It was barely light. How long had he been up? Her disappointment at his speedy exit was acute. Talk about insulting.
    Idiot! What else do you expect?
    What she’d actually hoped for was to be woken with demands for a repeat performance. It had been the last thing on her mind before she fell asleep, using his broad chest as a pillow. It was the most comfortable pillow she’d ever known. Athena shook her head, telling herself to get real. He obviously had different priorities.
    Those priorities became apparent when the smell of frying bacon drifted up the stairs. He was cooking her breakfast. When had someone last done that for her? How did he know that she was ravenous? She glanced at the clock and gasped. It was six thirty. Max and George would be here at seven.
    She leapt out of bed, had a two-minute shower, pulled on the first clothes that came to hand, and dashed downstairs.
    “Morning, sleepyhead,” he said, glancing up from the stove and grinning at her. “Okay?”
    She was temporarily unable to say a word. He was so drop-dead gorgeous, even first thing in the morning, that he took her breath away. Her own eyes were still puffy with sleep, and she was well aware that she looked far from her best first thing. The same couldn’t be said of him, damn him! He had been so considerate last night, thrilling her with his dominating ways but always mindful of her comfort. He’d spoken as though he and his buddies would take her several steps further along that road, and she’d actually believed it. But in the cold light of day it seemed impossible.
    Bay Marshall was the only man she’d ever met who could increase her pulse rate and get her motor running just by standing at a stove, frying bacon.
    He was also totally out of her league.
    Get over yourself, Athena.
    “Starving,” she said. “Good job you woke up. The guys will be here soon.”
    “That’s what I figured. I’d best keep out of sight until they set to work.”
    Athena wanted to object. She wasn’t afraid to be seen with him, but he obviously had issues about being seen with her.
    Okay, message received loud and clear.
    “Yes, they’ll be finishing up bringing the hay in, so they won’t be anywhere near the house for most of the day.”
    Athena noticed that Bay had already let Rowan out. Just as well because Athena had forgotten all about him.
    “I’ll just pop out and feed the chickens,” she said. “Max can check on the rest of the livestock when he gets here.”
    She returned to the kitchen a few minutes later, Rowan at her heels.
    “I assume you’re going to see your grandfather at the hospital,” Bay said, placing a huge fry-up and mug of fresh coffee in front of her.
    “Thanks,” she said, taking the seat opposite him and tucking in. “Yes. If they allow him to come home, then I’ll bring him back. If not…well, I haven’t thought that far.”
    “They won’t let him out yet,” Bay said. “He has a fractured skull, remember.”
    “Yes, but he might insist upon discharging himself. He can be very stubborn.”
    “I’ll come into town with you and wait at the hospital. If he tries to leave against doctor’s orders, then we’ll find a way to stop him.”
    “You don’t have to do that.”
    “Yeah, I do,” he said, sending her a lazy, sexy smile that went straight to her pussy.
    Damn, now I’m leaking all over my clean panties.
    “By the time you know what’s happening with your grandfather, Marty will have met with your friend Jennings. Perhaps then we’ll have a better idea of what’s going on.”
    “Hello, are you there?”
    “Shit!”
    Bay jumped to his feet when an attractive woman put her head round the door.
    “Athena, I saw you on the television, heard about your grandfather, and…Oh, hello.”
    Athena’s heart sank. Of all the times for