These Arms of Mine. Judy Lynn Hubbard

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СКАЧАТЬ She silently cursed him for asking a question he obviously knew the answer to. You might offer me a seat first, she silently fumed.

       “I’m here about Robert.”

       At the mention of her brother’s name, he closed the folder in front of him and motioned for her to be seated in the chair Cam had just vacated. She was painfully aware of the intense focus of his eyes and an emotion she dared not name hidden in their now-frigid depths.

       “I was wondering when he would send you in to plead his case.” In fact, he had been counting on it.

       Her spine stiffened in the soft leather chair and quickly contradicted him. “He didn’t. I came on my own to ask you not to press charges against him.”

       He smiled slightly at that. “You must be as mad as your brother is if you think I’m going to allow him to embezzle $100,000 from my campaign fund and just walk away, free as a bird.”

       “If you will just let me explain…” She squared her shoulders for a fight she had known was inevitable.

       “There’s no explanation you have that I am interested in hearing. He took the money—that’s all I need to know.”

       “Regardless, I’m going to tell you the reason my brother borrowed the money from you.”

       His eyes narrowed at the slight edge evident in her tone. What did she have to be bent out of shape about? He was the one who had been wronged by her brother—and by her. What right did she have to treat him as the villain or even to be here asking anything of him?

       “Borrowed? That’s an interesting choice of words. Go on. Tell me, why did your brother borrow the money?” He crossed his arms across his broad chest, drawing attention to his muscular physique.

       She had the feeling she was wasting her time, but she had to try, for her family’s sake. Maybe he would be sympathetic once he learned why Robert had stolen from him. At least she prayed he would.

       “Well?” he prompted. “Let me guess. He used it to bet on the ponies.” At her blank stare he tried again. “The slots? Sports? Cards?”

       “I don’t approve of my brother’s actions.”

       “Neither do I and I intend to make my disapproval a matter of public record by filing charges against him.” When she remained silent, he continued, “I don’t know what you hoped to accomplish by coming here.” Except to remind me of what you needlessly snatched away from me—from both of us—two years ago.

       At this moment neither did she. “I thought I could make you understand.”

       “Did your brother take my money?”

       “Yes.” The single word was spoken through gritted teeth.

       “Was it his money to take?” He continued in the same no-nonsense courtroom tone.

       “You know it wasn’t!” She felt like a petulant child he was taking great pleasure in chastising.

       Yes, Robert had been wrong to take Derrick’s money, but couldn’t he show a little compassion? She wondered how much of his unbending attitude had more to do with her past actions than with Robert’s thievery.

       He had been dreaming of and dreading this moment for two long years. Against his will, he noticed those heavenly eyes of hers sparkle as her temper rose, making her even more beautiful, more desirable. His inappropriate observations annoyed him, making his next words clipped and terse.

       “By your own admission, and your brother’s, he committed a crime—a felony. What more do I need to understand?” He opened the folder on his desk again, dismissing her.

       “Robert’s sorry.”

       He laughed without humor. “I’m sure he is, now that he’s been caught.”

       She was favored with another of his piercing gazes. And somehow resisted the almost irrepressible urge to run as fast and as far from him as her legs could carry her. Even after two years, he still unnerved her completely while he seemed completely unaffected by seeing her again. No, that wasn’t true. He was angry, but not at her brother.

       “He knows what he did was wrong.”

       “Well, that’s very touching, but it doesn’t replace my $100,000, does it?”

       He was tired of talking about her brother and would much rather talk about her. What had she done in the two years they had been apart? Had she missed him? Had she second-guessed and third-guessed her fateful decision that had ruined both of their lives? Had she spent sleepless nights wondering where he was and whom he was with? He hoped so. Because against his better judgment, he had thought about her often—about the satisfying relationship they could and should have been enjoying during that time, if only she hadn’t destroyed things between them.

       He was disheartened to learn that despite her betrayal, she still had the power to move him and make him want to rewrite their story to his satisfaction. Why couldn’t they turn back the clock and be meeting coincidentally for the first time? Why did they have to be enemies by virtue of their past relationship?

       She remembered him as caring, compassionate and passionate. He had made her feel as if she were the most important person in the world to him. He had made her want to lose herself in him. He had both thrilled and frightened her. Where had that Derrick Chandler gone? Had she somehow destroyed him? If she had, why did that thought disturb her so much?

       “I have a lot of work to do.”

       He needed to get her out of here before he made a complete fool of himself. He didn’t like where his memories were leading him or how hard he had to fight to keep himself from touching her. She had nearly ruined his life, and he shouldn’t want anything to do with her, should he?

       “We’ll pay you back.”

       He sighed fully before giving her his full attention again. “When?”

       “As soon as we can.” At his dubious look she nearly shouted, “You don’t need the money. You don’t even miss it!”

       “That’s not the point.”

       The coldest eyes she had ever encountered locked on hers. She forced herself not to retreat from his frigid gaze—she knew from past experience he could utterly melt a woman’s heart and resistance without even trying. After all this time, he still unnerved her. He made her feel completely raw and vulnerable.

       “So, what is the point?”

       “Your brother took something that belonged to me. No one does that without suffering the consequences—no one.”

       The darkening of her eyes let him know that his reference to their relationship was not lost on her.

       “How can you be so heartless?”

       “Look, I didn’t ask your brother to embezzle funds from me, and I didn’t ask you to come here today, pleading with me to show mercy to someone who should be—no, who will be—prosecuted.”

       Why didn’t she leave and stop torturing him with her very СКАЧАТЬ