In A Heartbeat. Janice Kay Johnson

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       CHAPTER THREE

      DESPITE A FRACTURED ability to focus, Nate was doing his best to work through email when his desk intercom buzzed.

      His assistant, Kim Pualani, said apologetically, “A woman is here to see you. She doesn’t have an appointment, but says you’ll know who she is.”

      He braced himself. “Her name?”

      “Ah...Ms. Grainger. Anna Grainger.”

      Kim knew what had happened and must have guessed this visit had to do with the tragedy.

      “Send her in,” he agreed, although talking to Kyle Grainger’s widow was the last thing he wanted to do after taking the call from the PI.

      “She’s on the warpath,” Smith had warned.

      But Nate didn’t see an alternative to letting her lay into him. He couldn’t guess whether she’d accept an apology or anything else from him, but he had to try.

      The door swung open, allowing him a glimpse of the woman he’d seen so briefly that day in the hospital. He rose to his feet as she walked in and Kim closed the door behind her. At least now, past the shock, Mrs. Grainger was vitally alive, if also furious. The red spots on her cheeks would have told him that much, even without the PI’s warning.

      Nate had the uncomfortable realization that he could be attracted to this woman, long and sleek, honey-blond hair captured smoothly in some arrangement he couldn’t see, her dark blue eyes snapping with the same anger that accented high, perfectly honed cheekbones.

      He didn’t even want to imagine how she’d react if she guessed her effect on him.

      “Mrs. Grainger,” he said. “I’m glad you’re here. I’d intended to stop soon at your house to speak to you. Please, have a seat.”

      She marched forward until his desk blocked her. Obviously, sitting down for a civil conversation wasn’t on her agenda. “Once you’d compiled your photographic record of every step I’ve taken? Every step my children have taken?”

      “I didn’t ask—”

      Anna Grainger talked right over him. “Do you have any idea how violated I feel? How enraged I am to discover someone has been spying on me? While he was at it, did your PI capture some suggestive pictures through a crack in my blinds? Or one of the kids undressing for bed? Which do you prefer, Mr. Kendrick, little girls or little boys?”

      His own temper sparked, but with practiced calm he said, “You must guess why I hired a PI firm to monitor how you’re doing. I didn’t ask for photographs, and I haven’t seen any. All I’ve been given are verbal or written reports.”

      Vibrating with fury, she snapped, “Then please explain why I caught that...that creep photographing me when I went for a run? Did you need to know I was getting my exercise? Should I reassure you I’m taking my vitamins?”

      This wasn’t going anywhere good.

      “Mrs. Grainger. All I wanted was to know how you and the kids were. Whether your husband had left you provided for.”

      Unfortunately, part of the initial report provided the disturbing answer. Anna Grainger was close to destitute. Her husband had apparently lost all their money and then some in ill-judged investments. He seemed to have had a genius for making terrible decisions. It was possible they’d shared that genius, except her name hadn’t been on any of the paperwork Smith had been able to trace.

      “That is none of your business,” she said. “I am none of your business. Do you hear me?”

      “I hear you, and I disagree. A series of circumstances led to your husband losing his life to save my child’s life. That places me deeply in your debt.”

      She laughed, a caustic sound. “Then I absolve you. I do not want anything from you.”

      “I can’t accept that.”

      Her head tipped. “What are you offering? Have you put a suitable price on Kyle’s head?”

      Nate winced. He had considered offering her money, which she needed as much or СКАЧАТЬ