Endless Night by Maureen A. Miller

Author:Maureen A. Miller
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2011-09-15T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

So much for bravado.

Courage flew out the window by the second phone call. With the gun in one hand and the receiver in the other, Megan listened to the silence on the far end of the line. If she strained hard enough she could discern his breathing, and God help her, she thought she could smell his mint gum through the line.

She recalled an occasion when she had walked into Gordon’s office unannounced to find two men sitting before his desk, one in his twenties, the other much older. The elder spoke with a heavy Eastern European intonation. It was not the first time that Gordon had hosted foreign clientele, yet he never discussed any of their cases with her. She was curious, but only mildly. There simply was not enough time in the day to keep tabs on Gordon’s significant client list that bolstered their firm’s cash flow.

At the sound of her voice the two men wrenched around. For a fleeting second she thought the young man looked familiar, with his broad forehead, flat nose and cowlick-ridden blond hair. Her eyes jumped to the elder man with thinning gray hair, same ice-blue eyes and broad forehead, characteristics identifying him as the presumed father. That was about all she picked up in that brief analysis. Instead, she was rooted by the hatred glaring in Gordon’s expression. Not hatred. Accusation. Anger.

“Not now, Margaret.” His voice was glacial.

Were it not for his cagey reaction, Margaret wouldn’t have given the tableau much consideration, but the fact that he positioned his hip on the desk to conceal the printer only spurred her curiosity.

In some ways, since the night she had rejected him, Margaret had more liberties than anyone else who worked at Fortran and Rosenberg. She attributed that to the modicum of respect she felt Gordon possessed for her.

And now Margaret chose to abuse those liberties. She tipped her chin up, clutched the stack of folders close to her chest and took two bold steps into his office. The two men exchanged glances, the younger shifting uncomfortably in his seat. It struck her that the young man was exceptionally tall—tall enough to be seated with his knees higher than the desk.

Gordon arrested her attention. “Margaret, I am busy. Come back later.”

There was no denying the animosity there, but still the drone of the printer intrigued her—that, and the fact that Gordon’s normally unflappable disposition seemed frayed. Dare she even say that there was a hint of perspiration beneath his gelled hairline?

When Margaret openly gawked at the gangly young man with an overactive pituitary gland, Gordon managed a level command.

“Mr. Jones is a client, Margaret. He was under the impression that his meeting with me would be confidential.”

The reprimand stung and succeeded in making her retreat, but as soon as she was back in her office, she wasted no time checking the appointments for the day to determine who the enigmatic Mr. Jones and Mr. Jones Senior were.

Unremarkably, Mr. Jones was in fact listed for 11:00 a.

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