Park Avenue Secrets. Barbara Dunlop

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      “Is it the right time?” Reed asked instead, knowing it wasn’t possible that she was ovulating, but still hoping against hope.

      She slowly shook her head.

      He allowed himself to move a step closer. “Then what are you doing?”

      “I thought …” She paused. “I wanted …” Her green eyes blinked up at him. “I didn’t know Collin was here.”

      Reed almost twitched a smile. “No kidding.”

      Her hand went to her forehead. “He must think—”

      “At the moment, he thinks I’m the luckiest man in the world.”

      She fixed him with a probing gaze. “But you’re not.”

      “Not tonight.”

      Her gaze slid away.

      “Elizabeth?”

      She looked back. “I thought … We aren’t …”

      He was pretty sure he knew where she was going. It was tempting, damn tempting. At this moment, he wanted nothing more than to make passionate love on their big, four-poster bed and pretend none of their problems existed.

      He was willing to put off talking about the SEC investigation. But he wasn’t willing to compromise on their family. If they made love now, Elizabeth wouldn’t get pregnant again this month, and her tears would break Reed’s heart.

      “Can you hold that thought until next week?” he asked.

      Hurt and disappointment clouded her eyes. She opened her mouth to speak, but then she clenched her teeth, compressing her lips and squeezing her eyes shut for a couple of seconds.

      When she opened them, her expression had smoothed out, and she seemed under control again. “Is there something going on? Why is Collin—”

      “Nothing’s going on,” Reed quickly assured her.

      Nothing but what had to be a completely bogus investigation, which Collin would quash as soon as humanly possible.

      Reed hadn’t engaged in insider trading, or any other illegal or unethical business practice for that matter. Still, he couldn’t help speculating on the maximum sentence. In the current climate for white-collar crime, he imagined they’d try to throw the book at him.

      That’s why they had to make this go away, and fast. It had to go away before the press or anybody else got wind of it. Including Elizabeth. Especially Elizabeth.

      Their specialist said infertility was often related to stress, and she was stressed enough about trying to get pregnant, not to mention planning their fifth anniversary party. The last thing she needed was to worry about a potential court case.

      “I have to head down to Collin’s apartment for a little while,” he told her.

      Her voice went flat, the disbelief evident. “A little while?”

      “It’s a routine matter,” said Reed, vowing to wrap the discussion up quickly.

      She nodded. “Of course.”

      “Why don’t you work on the catering menu while I’m gone?” Three hundred guests were invited to the upcoming party; there had to be a million details that required her attention.

      “Sure,” she said, without enthusiasm. “I’ll study the dessert menu for a while.”

      The sarcastic remark was unlike Elizabeth, and Reed knew he should ask her what was wrong. But he was afraid to get into it, afraid it might lead him to embrace her, to kiss her, to throw all of his good intentions out the window. There was only so much temptation a man could take.

      “I’ll see you in an hour,” he said huskily instead, allowing himself one quick, chaste kiss on her forehead.

      His hand brushed her hair, sending tingles of desire all the way up to his shoulder. Her fingers closed over his wrist for the briefest of moments. It was enough to make him question his decision to leave.

      But he had to walk out. He’d promised himself he’d do everything in his power to give her a baby. And he would.

      Without meeting her eyes, he turned for the door, marched down the hall to where Collin hovered beside the desk, a decidedly uncertain expression on his face.

      “Let’s go,” said Reed, slipping into his suit jacket and leading the way to the penthouse door.

      Collin didn’t ask any questions. Discretion was one of the things Reed liked best about the man.

      “I’ve got the SEC letter,” Collin confirmed as the door closed behind them, and they headed for Gage Lattimer’s penthouse. Collin’s friend, Gage, had also been named in the SEC’s letter as being part of the investigation.

      “Envelope, too?” asked Reed. He didn’t want a shred of evidence lying around for Elizabeth to stumble across.

      “Everything,” said Collin, stopping in front of the wide oak door. “And I closed your Web browser.”

      “Thanks.” Reed nodded, giving a sharp knock.

      They waited in silence, listening to a clang and clash from inside. The door was finally opened. But it wasn’t Gage standing in front of them. It was a tall, attractive brunette with a guarded, almost guilty look in her green eyes.

      “Is Gage available?” asked Reed, hoping he wasn’t disturbing something. Although the woman was fully dressed.

      “I’m terribly sorry—” The woman cleared her throat. “Mr. Lattimer isn’t in at the moment.”

      Was that a British accent?

      “And you are?” asked Collin.

      “Jane Elliott. Mr. Lattimer’s new housekeeper.”

      Reed’s gaze caught on the untidy penthouse over her shoulder.

      She pulled the door against her back, blocking his view. “May I tell him who called?”

      “Reed Wellington.”

      Collin handed the woman a business card. “Can you ask him to call me as soon as possible?”

      “Of course,” she replied with a nod, then slipped back into the suite and closed the door.

      “I hope he’s not paying her much,” Reed mused as they turned for the elevator.

      “I’d pay her pretty much anything she asked,” said Collin.

      Reed couldn’t help but smile as he punched the call button for the elevator. Then he quickly brought his thoughts back to the problem at hand. “So what in the hell do you think is going on with this?” Reed asked as the doors slid open to an empty car.

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