Wild Child by Shelley Munro Page A

student loans she’d taken out to pay for her university tuition. She’d confided in him about the house and how badly she wanted her own home. Something that would always be hers and nobody could take away. Steven wanted to rent a property so she hadn’t brought up the subject again. It didn’t mean she agreed with him. He was a good man. He’d see the sense in compromise and realize the importance of future security.
    “What?” Steven gasped, his backbone hitting the back of his chair.
    Alice’s head snapped up, her eyes wide with panic. Had she missed something important?
    “To my goddaughter Alice Beasley, I leave my company Fancy Free,” Mr. Bellbooth, the lawyer, repeated. He paused to study Steven over the top of his glasses before continuing to read. “I am confident that you, along with my manager James Bates can work together to grab a larger portion of the condom market share.”
    “A condom company?” Steven didn’t bother to hide his horror or keep his voice down. “Not bloody likely.”