SUSAN MCMILLAN
"Miss McMillan," Ross intoned, drawing her attention to his full lips. "Sarcasm is not called for. I merely wanted to make a point."
He shifted in the chair, crossing his ankles as he stretched out his long legs. Like a magnet to metal, Susan's gaze shot to Mr. Cameron's crotch. He certainly made a considerable point, she conceded silently, amazed at just how large a point it was.
"Er, Miss McMillan?"
Heat seared her cheeks as she jerked away her gaze and turned to Bachelor Number Three, who was the shy, dark-haired doctor from Tulsa. She pasted a smile on and squeaked out, "Yes?"
"I thought we were here to look for our perfect mate."
