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do. Hire a housekeeper and pray her father didn’t immediately fire her.
    Would she ever get her own life back, or was she doomed to be Father’s servant until he could function on his own again?
    After he deposited his bag in the room she’d given him, Tony met her in the kitchen. “How bad is your father? I mean, what does the doctor say about what he can do when he comes home?”
    Catherine started lunch while she described her father’s injuries. “It’ll be weeks before he can walk, and forget climbing stairs. This room will have to suffice for a good long time.” Father wouldn’t like it, but it was his own fault for bringing home strange women. If Fawn had been the one who’d fallen and broken something, she would undoubtedly have sued for millions.
    Tony and Catherine sat under the pergola by the pool eating crab salad and crusty bread. Bougainvillea vines snaked around the corners and beautiful purple blossoms surrounded them. Catherine had always loved this garden oasis, but the house hadn’t felt like home since her father sold the hotels. She didn’t live here anymore. This trip was for the sole purpose of fixing the house, hiring nurses, a cook, and a housekeeper. Once Tony got the work done on Father’s new bedroom and she got her father settled at home with the help he needed, she could return to LA and work on the new show.
    Glancing at Tony, at his wide shoulders and the solid muscles in his arms, she wondered why he’d have lousy luck with women, as Cara put it. This guy was so gorgeous he could have any woman he wanted. Including me , a small voice in the back of her mind whispered. What she wouldn’t give to have Tony Donatelli warming her bed at night. Or any other time.
    The great looking guys she knew in college were only interested in her giving them advice on the pretty girls they dated. Then there were the guys who wanted help with their class assignments, the ones who wanted to study with her before exams, who thought her brains could pull them both through. There were others who liked the idea of dating a woman whose father owned a chain of hotels, the ones who thought she had the connections to kick-start their careers in hotel management. Others thought marrying money would lead to a life of luxury and ease. She’d tried to weed them out, but occasionally one snuck through her radar. Looking at Tony, she somehow knew he wouldn’t fit into any of those categories. Cara wouldn’t have sent him here if he was scouting for a wife with money.
    She’d met other men through the hotel business, but it was the same old story. They dated her because she was the daughter of Walt Timmons, hotel baron and multi-millionaire.
    Catherine hadn’t had a date in three years. Was that why Tony looked so good to her?
    She didn’t want a husband. Most of her friends from school had married, then divorced, and hated their former spouses. She figured she’d skip that part and avoid marriage altogether. An occasional affair was enough to satisfy her. Wasn’t it? Yes, of course it was.
    Shaking off her thoughts, Catherine pulled the pins out of her hair and let it fall to her shoulders. “I don’t know why I bother. It won’t stay up unless I use a ton of hair starch, and I hate that stuff.”
    “So leave it down,” said Tony. He flashed a megawatt smile, kicking her heart into overdrive. “Is that Irish red?”
    “Apparently. My mother’s maiden name was O’Rooney.”
    “I’m Italian.” He shrugged and buttered a piece of bread. “I guess that’s obvious.”
    “Cara says the best looking guys are Italian.”
    “Only because she married one.”
    That wasn’t the only reason. She’d met Cara’s husband, Nick, and aside from some scars on his face, he was a great looking man. He had a sparkle in his eyes and he obviously loved Cara. He treated her like she was the most precious woman in the world. Now they had a sweet baby boy, and she’d never known Cara to be happier. When