Investigative reporter Angel Buchanan wants to uncover the truth about her dad--and finds more than she bargained for, including sexy, elusive bachelor Cooper Jones, who holds close secrets of his own.

Excerpt From "Do Not Disturb"

Cooper leaned the back of his head against the lip of the redwood tub. He'd dimmed the nearest lights and had chosen the darkest corner of the third bath. The hot spring provided the heat, but enough cold water was added to this particular tub to keep it at a temperature he could stand for a long soak.

It was a long soak kind of night.

In search of sleepiness, he closed his eyes and tried letting his mind drift. When he heard the sound of someone singing, at first he thought it was part of a dream.

But a breathy rendition of Helen Reddy's "I am Woman" didn't seem a song even his subconscious would throw at him. He opened his eyes just as the gate to the baths squeaked and Angel Buchanan danced in.

Damn.

She assumed she was alone, that was obvious. Without even glancing toward his dark corner, she continued warbling away, bare feet cha-cha-ing along the deck. Cooper silently sank lower in the water, deciding to hide in the steam and the shadows until she went away.

Like her, he'd come out here counting on being alone.

Then Angel threw off her robe and tossed it to a nearby bench. He released a silent, relieved breath. Thank God. Unlike him, she'd decided to wear a swimsuit for her solitary soak.

He watched her cross to the first hot tub, the meager starlight caught in her blond hair and the glow from the low fixtures washing up her bare calves. She was still singing Reddy-style as the toes of one foot dipped toward the surface of the water. "I am stro--Eek!"

She jerked her toes away. "Not that strong," she muttered. "Too hot."

The next tub was closer to Cooper, but she remained unaware of her audience as she headed for it, singing again. "I am invinc--Ack!"

Not so invincible either, Cooper thought. She leaped away from the tub and rubbed at what must be a major case of goosebumps. If he'd left more lights on, she would have seen that the middle pool was labeled "Polar Plunge."

"Too cold," she muttered.

Then, though he saw her backing toward his tub, he didn't have the time to wish her away or even warn her of his presence. With a defiant, "I am wo-man!" Angel whirled, then hopped in.

Eight feet across the water from her, waves lapped against Cooper's chin. Uncertain what to do now, he watched as she sank low into the warmth. Her butt gave one wiggle against the submerged redwood bench and her eyes drifted shut.

"Just right," she murmured, then sighed.

After a moment, he sighed too. "Sorry to have to break it to you, Goldilocks. But Papa Bear's already home."

Angel apparently saved her eeks and acks for extremes of temperatures. For him, she merely appeared to stop breathing for a moment. Then, sighing again, she opened her eyes.

"It's you," she said, her voice resigned.

He thought of his nudity. "In the flesh."