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asked.

      “This afternoon.”

      “I’ve been trying to get hold of you.”

      “I got your messages.”

      “And?”

      “And my lawyers have advised me not to speak publicly on the matter.”

      Reed cracked the breadstick in half. “Where my lawyers have advised me to convince you to speak publicly on the matter.”

      Kendrick’s bushy-browed eyes narrowed.

      “I was surprised to read about Hammond and Pysanski.” Reed let his gaze bore into the man he’d known and trusted for a dozen years. Not that Kendrick would be the first politician to go bad.

      “As was I.”

      “Something I should know?” asked Reed.

      “Should we powder our noses, Michael?” asked the brunette woman.

      “No,” said Kendrick. “Mr. Wellington won’t be staying long.”

      The waiter set Reed’s drink down on the white tablecloth. Then he topped up the others’ wineglasses and removed the bottle.

      “Reed Wellington?” asked the blond woman.

      “In the flesh,” Reed responded, giving her a brief, polite smile.

      “I saw you in the paper just this morning.” She sidled a little closer, her arm stretching out along the back of the bench seat. “You’re much better looking in color and three dimensions.”

      Reed took a sip of the scotch, putting his focus on Kendrick. “Do you have something to hide?”

      “What do you think?”

      “I think Hammond and Pysanski were a very unexpected turn of events.”

      “That makes me guilty?”

      “That makes me look guilty.” Reed enunciated each word.

      “You go down, I go down,” said Kendrick.

      “Trent says we get out front of it.”

      Kendrick shook his head. “I don’t want to close any doors.”

      “What about the other?” Reed didn’t have to mention the murder and blackmail for Kendrick to get the point. “I want my family safe, and the more information you can provide—”

      “Can’t help you there.” But there was something in Kendrick’s eyes. Something Reed couldn’t quite put his finger on. Would Kendrick have to take the Fifth? Was the SEC actually on to something?

      Reed downed the drink. “This isn’t going to sit well with my board of directors.”

      “Yeah,” Kendrick snorted. “Because losing the Wellington International campaign contribution is my biggest worry right now.”

      “Do you have a biggest worry right now?”

      “You mean other than the SEC charges?”

      “Of which we’re innocent.” Reed watched closely for a reaction.

      “Like that matters.” Kendrick pasted him with a forbidding stare. “You read the papers. You follow the news. Who doesn’t want to see a corrupt senator and billionaire go to jail?”

      Reed spun his crystal tumbler. “Yeah? Well, I hear you can greatly reduce your chances of being incarcerated simply by not committing a crime.”

      “That’s always been my first line of defense,” said Kendrick.

      “Then let Trent videotape your statement.”

      Kendrick shook his head. “No can do.”

      “I’m going to find out why,” Reed warned. He waited a beat, but Kendrick didn’t respond.

      Then he shoved his glass to the middle of the table and rose to his feet.

      Six

      Home from the enlightening stop at Alexander’s, Elizabeth stood in her kitchen and struggled to remember the last time she and Reed had eaten in their dining room. Rena was also a cook, and when they were first married, she would make sumptuous four- or five-course dinners. Elizabeth and Reed would indulge in a long, candlelit meal, gazing over the park, talking about the events of the day, their hopes and dreams.

      But it had been months since Reed had been home before Rena left for the day. Eventually, the housekeeper had started leaving dinner in the refrigerator for later, tourtière or manicotti—things that were easy to reheat.

      Not that Reed would be hungry tonight. Elizabeth was sure he and his little party of four had had a wonderful dinner at Alexander’s. While Elizabeth had settled for a banana and a glass of juice.

      A key turned in the lock on the penthouse door, and her stomach lurched. She’d been tempted to pack her bags and leave before he arrived. But she kept hearing Hanna’s voice asking her to assume it was nothing until proven otherwise. Well, Reed was about to prove it one way or the other.

      “Elizabeth?” he called, latching the door shut behind him.

      She heard him toss his keys on the entry table, then his footfalls moved toward the living room. She walked out of the kitchen to meet him halfway, glancing at the grandfather clock that showed it was ten-fifteen.

      “Tough day?” she asked as he loosened his tie.

      “I got stuck in meetings.”

      “Ahh.” She nodded, moving behind the sofa and putting it between them. “With anyone in particular?”

      “The last one was with Collin.”

      “Just Collin?”

      Reed peered at her strangely. “Yeah.”

      “Hmm.”

      “Have you eaten?”

      “Were you at the office?”

      He didn’t even miss a beat. “Downstairs. Collin’s apartment.”

      She didn’t respond.

      “We could order something from Cabo Luca.” He picked up the phone.

      “You didn’t eat earlier?”

      “Not a thing. I’m starved.”

      Wow. She’d had no idea her husband was such an accomplished liar.

      “Any other meetings tonight?”

      He paused and cocked his head sideways. “What’s this curiosity all about?”

      “Just making conversation.” She ran her fingertips along the back of the sofa. “Wanting to know about my darling husband’s day.”

      “Tell me about your day. Anything new on the anniversary party?”

      “We’ve chosen the napkins.” After only three weeks of deliberation between the party planner, the caterer and the florist. Elizabeth couldn’t imagine why her life didn’t feel completely fulfilling.

      “That’s good,” said Reed.

      “Nothing with Senator Kendrick?”

      Reed’s eyes narrowed. “Why would you ask that?”

      She shrugged. “The SEC investigation.”

      “I told you not to worry about that.”

      “Well, I am worried about that. I read the papers. Which, by the way, is my only source of information on this subject.”

      Reed moved toward her, but she backed off a few steps.

      “I saw him briefly, earlier today.”

      “Just

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