up, the soft, wistful look flying off her face as if I had
seized her shoulders and shaken her.
"No. But not because I didn't want to," she
added firmly. Her expression soured. "While my sister
was off playing with her rebellious college friends. I
was helping my father. He had far more health
problems than anyone knew, especially Megan. He
wanted it that way. It was always. 'Don't tell Megan.
Protect Megan-- precious. fragile Megan.
"Do you know where she was the day he died?
Modeling clothes for a charity at a yacht patty. She
knew he was seriously ill, but she wouldn't accept it. I
had to call her at that party and get her back here.
Grant was in court, but he came as soon as he was
able. I was there at my father's side when he took his
last breath. not Megan, not his favorite.
"And then all of it fell on my shoulders. Who
had time to develop romances?
"But why are we talking about all this?" She
cried, realizing she was being too honest and
revealing. "Let's talk about your situation and what
has to be done now." she insisted and began to rattle
everything off in her usual indifferent manner of
cataloguing.
"First. I've contracted with a private therapy
company and they are sending their best man over
tomorrow. He should be here by ten and he will know
your condition thoroughly before he arrives. Second.
I've spoken with Jake about the Rolls-Royce. It's
superfluous and ostentatious now. Actually. I thought