Susan squeezed Melissa’s shoulder. “You are so going to get that promotion. Seth might even smile.” She paused. “Hey, Brandon’s outside. You think we should go tell him?”

“No.” The word jumped out with more force than she’d intended. But Melissa didn’t want to talk to Brandon or anyone else. She wanted to go home and hole up alone in her apartment. Some way, somehow, she had to get over Jared and get words on the page in the next twenty-four hours.

“You slept with a reporter?” Royce confirmed the obvious as the hotel-suite door swung shut behind them.

The fact that Jared had slept with Melissa was the least of his worries. Sure, maybe she could write about seeing him naked or detail his kisses and pillow talk. But it wasn’t like he was into handcuffs or women in French-maid outfits.

“You didn’t suspect?” Royce went straight for the bar, snagging a bottle of single malt from the mirrored top shelf.

He flipped two crystal glasses over, ignored the ice bucket and filled the tumblers to halfway.

“Yeah,” said Jared. “I suspected. But I figured, what the hell? She’s got a great ass. Why not sleep with somebody who’ll splash it all over the front page?”

Royce rounded the bar again. “Sarcasm’s not going to help.”

“Neither are stupid questions.” Jared took one of the glasses and downed a hefty swallow.

“Nothing gave her away?”

Jared dropped into an armchair. “She was a stable hand. We have dozens of them. Yeah, she didn’t know much about horses. And maybe her background was vague. And maybe she seemed too smart for a drifter. Which was what attracted me in the first place. She was…”

Royce cocked his head meaningfully.

“Son of a bitch,” said Jared and polished off the scotch.

He’d let his sex drive override his logic. It was a clichéd, blatant, pathetic scenario. And he’d bought it hook, line and sinker. “She slept with me to get a story.”

“That surprises you?”

Yes. It surprised him. He knew there were women in the world who used sex as a bargaining chip. He met them all the time. But Melissa sure hadn’t struck him as one of those. She was down-to-earth, honest, classy.

“She told me she had brothers.” Jared coughed out a flat chuckle. “I was afraid they might come after me.”

“For defiling their sister?”

“I think about Stephanie sometimes…”

Royce stood and picked up the empty glasses. “Someday, some guy’s going to sleep with Stephanie.”

“He better be in love with her.”

“He’d better be married to her.” Royce poured a refill for each of them. This time, he added ice, then he wandered back to the opposite armchair.

“So what does she know?” he asked.

Jared slouched back, loosening his tie and flicking his top shirt button open. “The ranch, Stephanie’s jumping, you, Anthony, the Genevieve Fund.”

“What you look like naked,” Royce put in.

Jared waved a dismissive hand. “It’s not like we took pictures.”

“Good to know.”

Jared gazed out the wide window, letting his vision go soft on the city lights. He’d expected the night to turn out very differently. Even now, even knowing Melissa was a traitor, on some level he wished she was lying in the king-size bed, sexy, naked, waiting for him to join her.

“What’s she got?” Royce asked quietly.

Jared blinked his attention back to his brother.

He had to tell him. There was no way around it.

He’d been colossally stupid to share it with a perfect stranger.

“Gramps,” he said. Then he tugged off his tie, tossing it on the table.

Royce’s eyes narrowed.

“He told me something. Right before he died.” Jared drew a breath. “He told me Dad killed Frank Stanton.”

The room went completely silent.

Jared dared to flick a glance at Royce.

His brother was still, eyes unblinking, hands loose on the padded arms of the chair. “I know.”

Jared drew back. “What?”

Royce took a sip of his drink. “I’ve always known.”

Jared took a second to process the information. Royce knew? He’d kept silent all these years?

“I don’t understand,” said Jared.

Royce came to his feet, then carried his drink across the room, turning when he came to the window. “The day it happened. The day they died. I found a letter Mom had written to Dad. It was half-finished. It said she loved Frank. It said she was leaving Dad. She was leaving us.” He took another sip. “You didn’t tell me?”

His brother was silent for a long moment. “You know, sometimes, when you have to keep a secret? The only person who can know is you. The second-” he snapped his fingers “-the second you let that knowledge out of your brain, you put it at risk. I knew that. Even at thirteen years old.”

Jared couldn’t believe his brother hadn’t trusted him. “I would never have-”

“Our father was a murderer. Our mother was unfaithful. And Stephanie was two years old.”

“You should have-”

“No. I shouldn’t have. I didn’t. And I was right.” Royce paused. “I didn’t know Gramps knew.”

“He threw the gun in the river,” said Jared.

Royce gave a half smile. “Good for him.”

“He got rid of the gun before they found Mom and Dad. He thought Dad would go on trial for murder.”

“Yeah.” Royce returned to his chair. “Well, what do you do? He protected his son. Who are we to decide how far a man goes?”

“Do you kill your wife’s lover?” The question had been nagging at Jared for weeks now. He couldn’t help picturing Melissa. And he couldn’t stop the cold rage that boiled up inside him at the thought of another man.

“I don’t have a wife,” said Royce. “I don’t have to make that decision.”

Jared nodded. “Simpler that way.”

“It is,” Royce agreed. He sat back down. “Do we tell Stephanie?”

Jared hated the thought of hurting his sister. But if the story came out in the article, she needed to be prepared. He hoped it wouldn’t come to that, but he feared it might.

“Not yet,” he answered Royce.

The Bizz was a monthly magazine. He’d have at least a few days to think about solutions.

So far, all he’d come up with was a plan to kidnap Melissa and lock her up in a tower in Tasmania or Madagascar with no telephone or Internet. Unfortunately his mind kept putting himself in the tower with her, in a big bed, where they’d make love until he tired of her. Which, if his wayward imagination was anything to go by, would take a very, very long time.

Ten

From the moment Melissa clicked the send button, she feared she’d made a mistake. While she certainly had the legal right to file her story on Jared, she wasn’t so sure she had the moral right to do it.

Then she’d tossed and turned all night long, imagining his anger, his reaction, Stephanie’s thoughts and feelings when she found out Melissa had been a fraud. Melissa was going to get a promotion out of this, no doubt about it. Seth was nearly beside himself with glee. Brandon was surly and sulking. And Everett himself had sent her an e-mail congratulating her on the coup.

Susan had guessed she was feeling guilty. But in her usual pragmatic style, she’d advised Melissa to put it behind her and focus on her future. Jared was a big boy, and he’d get over the inroad on his precious privacy.

It was a positive article. The quotes Melissa had used were accurate. She hadn’t made anybody look foolish or mean-spirited. She’d mentioned Stephanie’s jumping trophies, Jared’s hardworking ancestors, his move from cattle ranching to construction to save the family’s land. And she’d made Royce look like a fun-loving maverick. He’d probably get a dozen marriage proposals out of the coverage.

She hadn’t used a single thing she’d learned from sleeping with Jared. Still, she couldn’t shake the feeling she was wrong.

It lasted through her morning shower, through the breakfast she couldn’t bring herself to eat, during the train ride to the office in the morning, up the elevator to her floor and then all the way to her desk.

Jared was an intensely private man. She’d invaded his privacy on false pretenses. And even though she hadn’t used their pillow talk in her article, she’d crossed a line. She’d befriended him. She’d gained his trust. She’d let him think he could let his guard down, and he had.

Plus, and here was the crux of the matter, she’d fallen in love with him. And you didn’t betray the person you loved. You were loyal, no matter what the circumstances, no matter what was to be gained or lost. You were loyal.

That was why Jared’s grandfather hid the gun. An extreme example, perhaps. But his loyalty was to his son, and he’d risked his freedom to protect him. Melissa wouldn’t even give up a promotion.

She dropped her purse on her desk, her gaze going to Seth’s office. His head was bent over his desk-no doubt he was working his way through her article. It would go upstairs by lunchtime, be typeset by the end of the day and move along the pipe to the printing press.

At that point, nothing could stop it from hitting the streets. She had one chance and one chance only to make things right. Jared might not love her, and he might never speak to her again. But she loved him, and she had to live with herself after today.

She crossed the floor to Seth’s office, opening the door without knocking.

He jerked his head up. “What?”

“I’ve changed my mind,” she said without preamble, striding to his desk.

His mouth dropped open in confusion.

“The article,” she clarified. “You can’t run it.”

Seth’s mouth worked for a second before it warmed up to actual words. “Is this a joke? It’s not funny. Now get the hell out of my office. I have work to do.”

“I’m not joking.”

“Neither am I. Get out.”