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of course Meredith realized it, and almost winced at the old pain. “My great-aunt died,” she said with dignity.

      Myrna’s inherent good manners flinched at the reminder. “I did know that. I’m sorry. But you must have been offered something for the house….”

      “I don’t want to sell the house. It has pleasant memories for me. I don’t want to leave Billings just yet, either,” she added quietly, and some of the steely makeup Henry had taught her was coming into play. She looked straight into Myrna’s eyes, her posture open and threatening, her face giving away no weaknesses. “It will take more than ten thousand to get me out of Billings. It will take more than you’ve got.”

      Myrna gasped. “You arrogant backwoods brat!”

      “No name calling, if you please,” Meredith said easily. She studied the lined face without haste. “You haven’t worn well, have you? I’m not surprised. The guilt must have been terrible at times.”

      Myrna actually paled. She clenched her purse tightly. “I don’t feel guilt.”

      “You lied to your son, falsely accused me, cost me my home at a time when I desperately needed it…you don’t feel guilt for any of that?”

      “You were a child, playing games,” Myrna rasped.

      “I was a woman, deeply in love and pregnant with your grandchild,” Meredith said, the words delivered with the precision of a merciless scalpel. “You lied,” she accused, her eyes contemptuous.

      “I had to,” Myrna cried. “I couldn’t let my son marry someone like you!”

      “You never told Cy the truth, did you?” Meredith persisted.

      Myrna swallowed. “I’ll give you twenty thousand dollars.”

      “Tell him the truth.”

      “Never!”

      “That’s my price,” Meredith said, rising. “Tell Cy what you did to me, and I’ll go without a penny.”

      The older woman looked frail. Damaged. She stood up, her lips trembling. “I can’t do that,” she said, shaken.

      “You’ll wish you had, before I’m through,” Meredith said, her eyes as cold as Henry Tennison’s had ever been. “Did you really think you were going to get away with it forever?”

      Myrna dug out a handkerchief with trembling fingers and dabbed at the corners of her mouth. She looked pasty. “Abortions are easy these days,” she said. “I gave you enough for one. I gave you enough to go away.”

      “And I had it sent back to you, along with all Cy’s gifts, didn’t I?” Meredith challenged.

      Myrna squirmed, but she didn’t answer.

      “You told Cy I’d robbed the company of thousands, Tony and I. You had Tony tell him that we’d been lovers, that I’d betrayed him.”

      “It was the only way I could get rid of you. He wouldn’t have let you go if I hadn’t. He was obsessed with you!”

      Meredith laughed bitterly. “Obsessed, yes. But that was all. He didn’t love me. If he had, you and all your plotting wouldn’t have made the slightest difference.”

      Satisfaction smoldered in Myrna’s eyes. “So you know that, do you?”

      Meredith nodded, the heat building in her body from a temper suppressed too long. “I was naive, all right. I didn’t realize just how naive until you shot me out of here.”

      “You haven’t fared badly, have you?” Myrna asked stiffly. “You look well. You’re still young.”

      “There was a baby, Myrna.”

      “Yes.” Myrna moved closer, her eyes calculating. “Did you have it? Did you put it up for adoption? I’ll give you anything. Cy never has to know. The baby will want for nothing!”

      Meredith looked at the older woman incredulously. “Suppose someone had made you that offer when you were carrying Cy?”

      Something happened in Myrna’s eyes. An expression came into them that Meredith had never seen there. An uncertainty. An anguish.

      “All these years…You never knew where I was, or what I had to do to take care of myself, and you didn’t care,” Meredith said. “Now you waltz into my home and try to blackmail me out of town. You even have the audacity to try to buy a grandchild you didn’t give a damn about six years ago.”

      “That isn’t true,” Myrna said, lowering her eyes. “I…tried to trace you.”

      “Because you felt guilty about letting a Harden be put up for adoption?” Meredith said with a mocking smile when the older woman flushed guiltily. “Just as I thought.”

      “You put him up for adoption, didn’t you?” Myrna persisted. “We could still find him. Or her. Which is it?”

      “That’s something you can wonder about to your heart’s content,” Meredith said. “Whether I had an abortion, whether I had the baby and put it up for adoption, all of it. And you can take your offer of money with you. I’m afraid I still can’t be bought.” Meredith stood up.

      Myrna rose from her chair looking nervous and shaken. “Everyone has a price,” she said. “Even you.”

      “Oh, that’s true enough,” Meredith agreed. “But then, you know what my price is, don’t you?”

      The older woman started to speak, but Meredith opened the door in a way that was more than a suggestion that she leave.

      Myrna stopped in the doorway. “Your male visitor was very formidable, wasn’t he?” she asked. “Are you living with him?”

      Meredith couldn’t find an answer fast enough. Myrna smiled venomously. “I’m sure Cy will be interested to hear that he’s been replaced in your affections. Good day.”

      There was nothing she could say, nothing she could do, that would stop Myrna from taking news of Mr. Smith’s visit home to Cy. Not that she cared, really, she told herself. It would only fortify his opinion of her. Probably he couldn’t have a worse one. He’d accused her of being unfaithful many times, not just with Tony. Myrna Harden had said she was sleeping with Tony, and Tony had been paid not to deny it. Cy had thought of her as a tramp. She had no reason to suppose his attitude had changed over the years.

      She went to work, and fortunately it was a busy day. She didn’t have to think. But dinner brought Cy back for the second night in a row, and his whole posture spelled trouble.

      “May I get you something to drink?” she asked politely with carefully schooled features and a blank smile.

      Cy’s dark eyes stared back at her from a face like a wall. “Who was the man your neighbor saw leaving your house early this morning?”

      “It wasn’t a neighbor,” she replied carelessly. “It was your mother.”

      He scowled. Apparently Myrna hadn’t shared her visit with him. Meredith smiled.

      “Didn’t she tell you she came to see me? Pity. She offered me ten thousand dollars to leave town.”

      “That’s a lie,” he said coldly.

      She shrugged. “Okay. What would you like to eat?”

      His face hardened. “My mother doesn’t need to pay you to leave town. I can get rid of you whenever I like.”

      “Can you really?” she asked with genuine interest. “It would be fascinating to watch you try.”

      “You don’t believe it?” His smile was calculating. “For instance, I could buy the mortgage on your aunt’s house and foreclose.”

      “The house doesn’t have a mortgage,” she said easily. And it didn’t. Henry had paid

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