"Cyrus Bechtel, allow me to introduce Miss Mila Dillon." Gerri's voice sounded far away. Everything moved in slow motion. Not that Cyrus was complaining. He could stand there and watch Mila all day. When her hand slid into his, the sparks that ran through his body made the hairs on his arms prickle. There was no doubt. Mila was his mate. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Bechtel. I am honored for the opportunity." He...