Hidden Treasures. Kathryn Springer

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СКАЧАТЬ hood above the range. “All set, Meghan?”

      Meghan nodded, even though she was pretty sure she wouldn’t be able to eat a bite of Bert’s fabulous breakfast.

      Once they were seated, every time Cade’s unnerving cobalt gaze settled on her across the table, she knew he was silently questioning her qualifications. She refilled her plate—frequently—because basic etiquette said it was impolite for a person to talk with their mouth full.

      “I can help you clean up, Bert.” It would buy her a few extra minutes before Cade’s interrogation…Meghan swiftly amended that negative thought…interview. That’s what it was. An interview.

      “Don’t be silly. What else do I have to do?” Bert made a shooing motion with her hands. “Cade wants to talk to you and he’s not the kind of man who likes to be kept waiting.”

      Meghan had figured that much out for herself. She hated to make snap judgments about people, but it was Saturday morning and Cade had dressed as if he were on his way to the office. The only thing missing was a conservative silk tie.

      So maybe he had been blessed with traffic-stopping good looks but he was so…serious. The only time she’d seen the hint of a smile soften his features was when Bert had reminded him that it was his turn to catch their supper.

      At least if she had to meet with Cade, it would give her an opportunity to pay more attention to the paintings hanging on the library walls.

      She took a deep breath and tried to work up a smile.

      “Come in, Miss McBride.”

      She would have, if she hadn’t frozen in the doorway. How in the world did Cade manage to lower the temperature in a room as welcoming as the library? Instead of taking one of the chairs by the fireplace like he’d done the night before, he’d positioned himself at an antique secretary to conduct his interrog—interview.

      “You can call me Meghan.” Because it would be harder to fire her if they were on a first-name basis. Wouldn’t it?

      Cade’s eyes narrowed.

      Okay, maybe not.

      He motioned to a chair but Meghan decided not to sit down. It would give him too much of an advantage. Instead she took a casual lap around the perimeter of the room to check out the artwork, sucking in a breath at the some of the signatures she saw. Nina Bonnefield hadn’t been exaggerating when she’d told Patrick that the Halloway family supported the arts.

      She was used to seeing paintings of this caliber displayed behind a satin rope in a museum or in an upscale gallery, not in a casual arrangement on a backdrop of sun-faded wallpaper.

      Her stomach knotted at the sudden realization that maybe there was a Ferris somewhere on the premises.

      “…found you.”

      Cade’s voice filtered into her thoughts and snagged her attention. Meghan mentally kicked herself for getting lost in the paintings. “I’m sorry. What did you say?”

      He frowned slightly. “Maybe we should start with how my sister…found you.”

      Found her? As if she were a stray cat?

      Meghan bit down on her lower lip to prevent a smile. She’d already rehearsed the answer to this question. Her parents had taught her that honesty was the best policy and she’d made a promise to herself—and Ms. Bonnefield—that she wouldn’t tell a lie to explain her presence on Blue Key Island.

      “The usual way. By referral. An acquaintance of mine heard your sister was looking for a photographer…someone who didn’t mind coming this far off the beaten path for a wedding.”

      He couldn’t argue with that, now could he? Not only was Blue Key Island way off the beaten path, a person had to take a boat to get there. And she wasn’t even charging them for mileage.

      Cade’s fingers drummed against the top of the desk. “What studio are you employed with?”

      The knot in Meghan’s stomach tightened. “I’m a freelance photographer.”

      “Freelance.” Cade repeated the word as if he’d never heard of it.

      “That’s right. I have my own business.”

      “Really.”

      It didn’t escape Meghan’s notice that Cade’s sentences had gotten shorter as the interview progressed.

      “I apprenticed with a master photographer for two years before opening my own studio five years ago.” Which she ran out of her apartment, but Cade didn’t need to know that. As her reputation had spread, she’d begun to travel more frequently but still tried to keep regular business hours.

      “But you specialize in weddings.”

      It sounded more like a statement than a question, but since Cade seemed to be waiting for some sort of response, Meghan gave him a truthful one. “I take pictures of a variety of subjects.” And please don’t ask what they are.

      “I’m sure my sister asked for references.” Cade’s fingers drummed against the top of the desk again.

      Meghan simply smiled. She’d never met Parker Halloway in person and she had no idea if Parker had checked out her Web site. If she had, she would have discovered Meghan McBride did photograph a variety of subjects. Most of them just happened to have four legs. And occasionally, feathers.

      Cade’s eyes met hers and Meghan did her best not to flinch under the cool appraisal. “My sister can be a little…impulsive but she is a stickler for details. When you come back this weekend for the wedding—”

      “Come back?” Meghan interrupted without thinking.

      “It’s only Saturday,” Cade reminded her. “Parker and the rest of the wedding party won’t arrive until Friday morning. I assumed you came to check things out today….”

      And then leave.

      Meghan silently filled in the rest of the sentence Cade Halloway was too polite to finish.

      Now what? She needed a legitimate reason to explain her extended stay on the island and not compromise her promise to stick to honesty.

      The cry of a loon filtered through the open window and with a flash of inspiration, Meghan found her reason. “I know I’m here early, but I happen to be free this week.” Also the truth. “I’d love to photograph some of the wildlife.”

      The lean fingers on both of the man’s hands made a series of tapping noises. Meghan realized Cade Halloway didn’t vent his emotions. He “drummed” them instead. “I have a lot of work to do. I thought I’d be alone on the island before the wedding chaos started.”

      What a coincidence. She’d thought the same thing!

      “You won’t even know I’m here,” Meghan added. In spite of his words, she sensed him weakening.

      “Somehow I doubt that,” Cade said under his breath.

      The telephone suddenly rang, saving Meghan СКАЧАТЬ