Daddy's Angel. Annette Broadrick

of anger shoved him into action. Bret flicked on the overhead light, its brightness almost blinding after the muted light from the tree. The woman spun around with a gasp, her hand going to her throat.

      His smile was grim with satisfaction. Obviously he’d startled her as much as she had startled him.

      “Who are you and how in blazes did you get in here?” he growled, not caring how intimidating he sounded.

      She took a quick breath before she gave him a dazzling smile. “I’m Noelle.”