Park Avenue Secrets: Marriage, Manhattan Style. Barbara Dunlop

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      “Why would you call them?”

      “I don’t know. To say hi. Whatever.”

      “Elizabeth, it’s time for you to stop drinking.”

      “Sure.” She was feeling a little dizzy anyway. And a hangover wouldn’t help the job search. And, sex or no sex tonight, she was finding herself a job in the morning and getting started on her very own life.

      Reed waited in the lobby for Elizabeth’s car to arrive. Henry was behind his desk, looking nervous about something. The man’s gaze twitched from Reed, to the back of the lobby, then out to the sidewalk. Strange.

      But then the dark sedan pulled up, and Reed hustled through the double doors to meet Elizabeth.

      He helped her upstairs and into the penthouse, tossed her coat on the sofa and took her straight through to the bedroom. There he gently laid her back on their bed and slipped off her shoes.

      “You know,” she sighed, her eyes closed, hair disheveled, one of her sexy stockings drooping down. “It shouldn’t be this hard for two married people to have sex.”

      “No,” he agreed. “It shouldn’t be this hard.” While she lay with her eyes closed, breathing deeply, he gently removed her jewelry and unbuttoned her dress, his breath catching at the sight of her camisole and skimpy panties.

      “Reed?”

      “Yes?”

      “Promise me something?”

      He raised his gaze to her sweet, relaxed expression. “Of course.”

      “If I fall asleep—” She stopped.

      “Yes?” he prompted.

      “Let’s make love anyway.”

      He shook his head, allowing himself a tired smile. “Like that’s going to happen.”

      “Good,” she said with a smile of her own.

      He leaned down. “Elizabeth, I’m telling you no.”

      The smile turned to a frown. “You’re always telling me no.”

      “I never tell you no.”

      She had him well and truly wrapped around her little finger. There was almost nothing he could deny her.

      “I got all dressed up,” she complained.

      His gaze dipped down to the black lace highlighting her cleavage. “That, you did.”

      “Hanna said I looked sexy.”

      He grinned. “Just how drunk are you?”

      She giggled. Then she tilted her chin in determination. “I am getting a job.”

      “We’ll talk about that in the morning.”

      Her expression changed, and she reached out to him. “Please, make me pregnant tonight.” And then her arms went limp, slinking down to the bed, and her body relaxed into sleep.

      “Not like this,” he whispered, smoothing back her hair and kissing her on the forehead. “Never like this.”

      He gently removed the rest of her clothes, and tucked her under the covers, stepping back to gaze at her beauty and vulnerability. His cell phone rang, and he quickly opened it, afraid of disturbing her. But she didn’t even stir.

      Still, he kept his voice low and moved out of the room. “Hello?”

      “It’s Collin. Selina’s at my place.”

      Reed glanced at his watch. Nine-thirty. “Is anything wrong?”

      “Can you come down?”

      “Why don’t you come up here. Elizabeth’s asleep.” For some reason, Reed didn’t want to leave her alone right now.

      “Good enough. Be right up,” said Collin, signing off.

      Reed pocketed his cell phone then pulled the bedroom door closed. Odds were, they’d completely missed their window of opportunity for this month. Because, he expected it to be twenty-four hours before Elizabeth was feeling remotely romantic again.

      And she’d be upset about that.

      Well, he was upset, too.

      In fact, he was beginning to feel bone weary. The blackmail, the murder, the SEC, all the usual problems at Wellington International. Added to that, his father’s values and the persistent infertility trouble were wearing him down. He needed to fix something, anything. But he was operating on every front and, so far, it was to no avail.

      For the first time in Reed’s life, he wondered if hard work and ingenuity would be enough.

      There was a light knock on the front door, and he crossed the foyer to answer it, escorting Collin and Selina to his home office where they took seats around a polished black table.

      Reed directed the conversation. “I thought you had somebody on Elizabeth,” he told Selina.

      She looked startled. “I do.”

      “She went downtown today. I need a report on things like that.”

      She jotted down a note in her book. “Sure.”

      Collin looked at him strangely. “Did something happen while Elizabeth was downtown?” he asked.

      “She visited a friend. But I didn’t know where she was.”

      “Just to be clear,” Selina added. “Do you want a report on Mrs. Wellington’s daily activities or on potential threats?”

      Reed took in the expressions on their faces. “I’m not spying on my wife,” he protested. But neither did he want her wandering around drunk downtown when there might be a murderer on the loose.

      “Perhaps if we changed the nature of the operation,” suggested Selina. “Put Joe a little closer to Mrs. Wellington. Say, as her driver? That way, he doesn’t have to stay concealed, and he can report to you at intervals.”

      “I like it,” said Reed. “What else do you have?”

      “Kendrick,” said Collin.

      “You found him?”

      Collin shook his head. “He’s still in Washington, elusive as ever. But some more information has come to light.”

      “Does it help us?”

      Collin and Selina glanced at each other.

      “Unfortunately,” said Collin, “Hammond and Pysanski also invested in Ellias and made a bundle.”

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