HE WAS ONE HUNDRED PERCENT MALE...Harriet Pendleton already knew why ninety percent of the women chose him: Tyler Jordan was perfection. But it wasn't T/s broad shoulders, or heavenly brown eyes. No, Harriet had seen the soul of the man who had raised a sibling...and whose smile had made an ungraceful duckling feel swanlike long ago....AND HE MADE HER FEEL EVERY INCH A WOMANNow she was again on hi...