Cole Cameron's Revenge. Sandra Marton

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СКАЧАТЬ she means,” Cole said lazily, “is she wants to know exactly how much she inherits.” He smiled. “Am I right?”

      “Okay. That’s it.” Faith headed toward the door. She knew she was making a mistake, letting her emotions take over, but too much was happening. The shock of seeing Cole again. The anger he could still stir in her. His conceit in thinking he could still make her respond to him…and the horror of knowing that maybe, oh maybe, he was right. “Seeing us together may have suited you, Mr. Jergen, but I don’t want any part of it. You can call me when you’re free.”

      “From bereaved widow to outraged client.” Cole clapped his hands in slow cadence. “What a performance.”

      She whirled toward him. “Listen, you no good son of a—”

      “Mrs. Cameron. Mr. Cameron.” Jergen held up his hands. “Please. Calm down.”

      “The lady’s in a hurry, Sam.” Cole looked at Faith. He was still smiling, but what she saw in his eyes made her breath catch. “So let’s cut to the bottom line. Hold off on counting your money, baby.”

      “You’re insulting, do you know that?”

      “You’re not getting it. Not one penny.” He folded his arms, rocked back a little on his heels. “I intend to fight my brother’s will in court.”

      Faith stared at the man she’d once thought she loved, the man she hated with every bone in her body. You don’t have to fight it, she wanted to say. You can have the money, every cent…But there was Peter to consider, and the new life she had to make for him.

      “Mr. Jergen?” she said softly, her eyes locked to Cole’s face. “Can he do that?”

      “He can do whatever he wishes, Mrs. Cameron. But—”

      “Forget the ‘but,’ Jergen.” Cole unfolded his arms and came slowly toward her. She wanted to back away but she knew what a mistake it would be to show him any sign of weakness. “I’m going to fight it, and I don’t care if it means the estate is tied up in litigation forever. That would suit me just fine. Watching you spend whatever money you already stole on court battles for the next umpteen years would be a pleasure.”

      “Mr. Cameron. Please. If you’d let me speak—”

      “Jergen, when I want your legal advice…” Cole let out a breath. “All right. What is it?”

      The lawyer looked from one of them to the other. “There’s nothing to fight in court,” he said softly. “What I’ve been trying to tell you is that there isn’t any money left to inherit.”

      CHAPTER THREE

      FAITH stared at Sam Jergen. He had his finger inside his shirt collar again and from the look on his face, she knew he wanted to be anywhere but in this office.

      “I don’t understand,” she said carefully. “What do you mean, there’s no money?”

      “I mean exactly what I said, Mrs. Cameron. The money is gone. Well, unless you want to count maybe two thousand dollars that’s in your husband’s checking account…”

      “That’s impossible!” Cole’s voice was whip-sharp. “You’ve made a mistake.”

      “I wish I had. Unfortunately, the facts speak for themselves.” Jergen lifted a large file box from the floor and placed it on the conference table. “Here are all Ted’s bank and brokerage statements. I’ve been through them I don’t know how many times, alone at first and then with an accountant. Your brother’s accountant, in fact. You’re more than welcome to have your people go through the documents, too.”

      Faith looked at Cole. His people? As stunned as she was, that almost made her laugh. Such a lofty phrase for a man who’d left town on a motorcycle and had probably returned on the bus, and never mind the expensive-looking suit. For all she knew, he’d talked some woman into buying it for him. Those were the only “people” he’d have dancing attendance on him.

      “They can work here,” Jergen said, holding out his arms in a gesture that made it clear he was offering the entire suite of offices. “Naturally, I’ll put my staff at your disposal.”

      “Yes,” Cole said. His voice was low, filled with authority as well as warning. “You will. But I want answers now.”

      The lawyer’s string tie rode up and down as he swallowed. “Well, it’s a complicated story, sir…”

      “Simplify it, then.” Cole’s smile was quick and chill. “You can do that, can’t you?”

      Jergen blanched. “Yes. Certainly, sir.”

      Sir? Faith looked from one man to the other. What was going on here? She was the sole beneficiary to Ted’s estate but Sam Jergen was treating Cole with deference and ignoring her. That was how it had gone since he’d entered the office.

      “Unless you know the answer, my sweet sister-in-law.”

      It took a few seconds before she realized Cole was talking to her. She looked at him. “Answer to what?” She blinked. “Are you asking me about the money?”

      He leaned toward her, that chilly smile angling across his mouth again, and slapped his hands down on either side of the file box. The sounds, flat as gunshots, startled her, and she jerked back.

      “That’s right,” he said softly, “I’m asking you, Faith. What happened?”

      “How would I know? Ted handled the accounts. I didn’t have anything to do with those things.”

      “You make it sound as if you weren’t interested in ‘those things,’ but we both know how wrong that is.” Cole narrowed his eyes at her. “You’ve had plenty of time to get your hands on my brother’s funds.”

      “Are you accusing me of theft?”

      “I’m accusing you of being one clever piece of work, baby. If you’ve been playing games with Ted’s money—”

      “Your money. Isn’t that what you mean? You just said you were going to fight me in court.”

      “Damn right, as soon as I figure out how you did this.”

      “Well,” Jergen said cautiously, “that’s not exactly—”

      “Stay out of this, Jergen. This is a private matter.”

      “But—but…” Jergen cleared his throat. “You’re wrong, sir. Mrs. Cameron had no involvement in what happened.”

      Cole stood up straight and folded his arms over his chest. “Prove it.”

      “If you’ll just look at this…” The lawyer plucked a folder from the file case. Cole snatched it from him and began reading.

      “I’m the one you should explain things to,” Faith started to say, but when she saw the look that transformed Cole’s face, her anger faded. “What is that?” she said softly.

      Cole shook his head, went on reading. Then, slowly, he raised his СКАЧАТЬ