Eye of the Storm (Hudson 3)

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