Just One Night by Kathryn Shay

Author:Kathryn Shay
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romantic suspense, opposites attract, love after divorce, reunion romance, contemporary romance reunion romance, romance and family relationships, divorce and remarriage in books, pregnancy in romance novels
Publisher: Kathryn Shay

CHAPTER EIGHT

The next morning at the Pierce Museum, the weather turned ugly—just like Zach’s personal life. He was still smarting over Annie’s reaction to his suggestion that they get married.

Cold drizzle left behind a mist that soaked through his raincoat and seeped inside his shoes. He stood by his car for a quiet moment before the press saw him, and stared at his building. It twisted his gut to see the ravages of the collapse obvious even on the outside of the museum. Before he could catalog all the changes, a reporter spotted him.

Rushing over, the young woman shoved a microphone at him. “Mr. Sloan, what does this mean to you? That the beams held up?”

He gave her a limp smile. “It means no error was made in the design of the foundation.”

“Were other errors made in the foundation?”

“That’s what we’re here to find out.”

“Who do you think is at fault?”

“I don’t know.”

Jonathan Gumby joined them. “What do you think of the Barton family’s suit against the museum owners?”

Suit? What suit?

Gumby was quick. “Didn’t you read the papers this morning?”

No, I was too busy reeling from another one of Annie’s rejections.

Madly piecing together the implication, Zach hedged. “I have nothing to say about Mrs. Barton’s family except that they must be suffering greatly over their loss.”

Don’t say you’re sorry, Spence had warned him when they discussed his public statements. The papers will use it out of context.

“Excuse me, please,” he finished, sidestepping the female reporter.

“Do you consider yourself exonerated, Sloan, now that you know the collapse wasn’t caused by the beams?” Jonathan Gumby was becoming Zach’s personal albatross.

“I’ve never considered myself guilty,” he said mildly, again heeding Spence’s advice. There was always the possibility that they would find he’d made an error in another aspect of the building, but he’d never let his fear of it show.

He had a good poker face, Annie had always told him. Not that it had been in place last night. He shoved from his mind the vision of Annie, sleep-tossed and still warm from their lovemaking, flatly refusing to marry him. It didn’t matter that her excuses—they needed more time to heal old wounds, they had the baby’s welfare to consider now—made sense somewhere in the part of his mind that was functioning rationally. It still hurt like hell!

Determined to concentrate on this morning’s task, he headed toward the museum. At ground level, he saw Mann and Corrigan. As he neared them, their conversation stopped.

“Zach.” Mann’s voice was neutral.

“Martin.” Zach clapped Corrigan on the back. “Hello, Les.”

Bloodshot eyes stared at him. “Hi, Zach.” Les’s gaze darted to the building, then rested on Zach again. “Geez, it was good to see Annie again the other night.”

Zach smiled, careful not to look at Mann. If he saw so much as a flicker of lechery in the other man’s eyes, he’d deck him. The press would have fun with that one. “She was thrilled to see Marion,” Zach told Corrigan.

“They’re having lunch this week.”

“Oh, good.” Just another thing Annie hadn’t let him in on.

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