She wanted a husband...

Lacey West's biological clock wasn't so much ticking as sounding alarm bells. And then Max Jarvis moved in to her apartment block. Six feet two inches of prime bachelor--the perfect male, except for one thing...

He didn't need a wife!

Max wasn't in the market for marriage. As far as he was concerned, a ring and a piece of paper didn't prove anything--his parents' disastrous marriage had taught him that. Added to which he seemed to think Lacey was just male bait, that she went through men like coffee. He'd accused her of being a temptation no man could resist... but, if that was the case, why wouldn't he give in?