What a Woman Gets

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Berkley Sensation titles by Judi Fennell

WHAT A WOMAN WANTS

WHAT A WOMAN NEEDS

WHAT A WOMAN GETS

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What a Woman
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PUBLISHING HISTORY

Berkley Sensation mass-market edition / November 2014

Cover art by Daniel O'Leary.

Cover design by Judith Lagerman.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

This one is for my mom and dad.
A parent's love is a wonderful thing.
Thank you for being here.

I
believe, dear brothers, you all need to be fitted for Manley Maids uniforms.”

Liam Manley bit his tongue at his sister Mac's announcement as she laid her winning hand on the green felt poker table. She'd played him—him
and
his brothers, and she'd played them good.

She'd played
poker
good. Who knew she even
played
poker?

And that bet . . . Four weeks' worth of free cleaning service for her company against their vacation homes and expensive sports cars. Why did Liam feel like a sucker?

“I am
not
wearing an apron.” Bryan, the youngest Manley brother, sounded so offended it made Liam bite his tongue even harder—so he wouldn't laugh at him. You might think Mac had asked him to wear . . . well . . . an apron.

Sean, his middle brother and fellow loser, kept stacking the poker chips, avoiding Mac's jack-high straight flush like the plague while keeping his mouth shut.

Bryan's mouth was hanging open. Any second their movie-star brother was going to start gaping like a fish. Where was a camera when he needed one? Bry would pay anything to keep
that
unflattering picture out of the press, and Liam could use a new hot tub for the house he was renovating—make that, had just
finished
renovating, which meant he had some time on his hands.

No time like the present to get started paying off the ridiculous bet. “When do you want us to start, Mac?”

“I have extra uniforms, so whenever you have the time.”

Extra uniforms? Since when did she have extra anything when it came to the business?

Something was going on.

He never would have thought Mary-Alice Catherine would resort to dirty tricks to get her older brothers to do what she wanted. Hell, when they'd gone to live with Gran after their parents had been killed in a car accident, they'd practically tripped over each other to take care of their baby sister. Now he was going to be tripping over brooms and mops and vacuum cleaners. Ugh.

“Hey, can I do my own house?” That was Bryan, working whatever angle he could to come out on top.

“You'd put Monica out of a job to weasel out of the bet? Really?” It was Mac's turn for mouth-gaping.

“I'm not weaseling out of anything.” But Bry didn't look happy. “You can count on me for Monday, too. I've got a month between projects and was looking for something to do anyhow.”

Liam highly doubted Bryan's choice would be to play maid, however. It wasn't Liam's, either. Still, he'd made the bet . . .

And so had she.

He finished off his beer then gathered the cards, dragging Mac's winning hand across the felt last. Bryan's gaze was on those cards the entire way. Sean kept his on the chips. They were probably the most anal-retentively stacked chips in the history of the game.

“I didn't know you had guys working for you, Mac.” Liam kept his voice even. Controlled. And if there was the slightest hint of something else in it, well, he'd be fine with Mac assuming it was anger at losing. But why would Mac (a) want to play poker so badly with them when she couldn't afford the cash if she lost and (b) make that bet
and
win? Something was rotten in the state of Manley.

“Wha . . . what?”

Yeah, that startled look in her eyes confirmed exactly what he'd thought. There
were
no guys employed by Manley Maids, so those uniforms weren't “extra.” She'd had them made in advance. For them.

Mac had planned this. Her winning was no fluke. He'd call her on it if he had any proof other than his gut, but he didn't. And God knew, he couldn't always trust his gut. It'd let him down before.

“Never mind.” He shuffled the offending cards in with the other forty-seven, then tapped the long edge of the deck on the table. “I'll be there Monday.”

And he'd use the mindless monotony of cleaning to come up with some way to pay his sister back.

In spades.