The Waterfall. Carla Neggers
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Mowery didn’t react. Barbara liked that. It meant he had self-control. According to Washington gossip, there was no love lost between Sebastian Redwing and his old mentor. There was even talk that Mowery blamed Sebastian for the downfall of DM Consultants, Darren’s private security firm.
Barbara supposed it was theoretically possible that Lucy would go whining to Sebastian about what had happened to her this week, but she doubted it. Lucy was quite determined to prove herself capable, independent—which, of course, she wasn’t. Barbara had already calculated that Lucy wouldn’t go to Jack or to the Capitol Police. Lucy wanted no part of being a Swift.
“I get the impression you don’t like Lucy Swift very much,” Darren said.
“I don’t see what concern that is of yours.”
He leaned forward. “Cards on the table, Barbie. I have a bone to pick with your boss. I want to make him sweat. And I want your help.”
“My help?”
“I think you’ve got something on him,” Mowery said, smug and confident.
“No. Senator Swift is a man of sterling integrity.”
Mowery threw back his head and laughed.
Barbara pursed her lips. “I’m serious.”
“Yeah, well, so am I. Barbie, Barbie.” He shook his head at her, sighing. “Office gossip says you threw yourself at the old boy a couple weeks ago, and he laughed you out of his office.”
Her stomach flipped over on her. “That’s not true.”
“What part? You didn’t throw yourself at him or he didn’t laugh?”
“You’re disgusting. I want you to leave.”
“No, you don’t want me to leave. You want to help me settle a score with Jack Swift. You want to see him sweat. You want him to suffer for humiliating you.”
“He—he wasn’t prepared for the level of intimacy I offered, that’s all. He was scared.”
“Scared, huh?”
“He knows I’ve been there for him. Always. Forever.”
Mowery’s gaze bored through her. “What do you have on him?”
“Nothing!”
“Barbie, I’m going to put the squeeze on Senator Jack. I’m going to bleed him. You’re going to watch, and you’re going to enjoy the show.” He reached over and touched her knee. “Revenge can be very sweet.”
She said nothing.
His eyes narrowed, and he smiled. “Only it’s not revenge you want, is it, Barbie? I get it now. You want Jack to suffer and come to you, the one woman who loves him unconditionally. This is precious. Truly precious.”
“My motives,” Barbara said, “are irrelevant.”
“In twenty years, has old Jack ever made a pass at you?”
“He wouldn’t. For much of that time he was a married man.”
Mowery laughed out loud. “God, you’re a riot. This is going to be fun.”
She was on dangerous ground. Deadly ground.
Her stomach heaved, and she ran to the bathroom and vomited.
Oh, God. I can’t do this.
But she had to. She’d given Darren Mowery all the signals. He knew this was what she wanted. Not just a chance to get back at Jack for spurning her, but a chance to provide him with the opportunity to come to her for help, to find solace in her strength and wisdom. She’d driven up to Vermont and harassed Lucy, hoping it would relieve the pressure of wanting to hurt Jack, too. But it hadn’t. She loved him, and she wasn’t one to give up easily on those she loved.
When she’d confided her love to him, Jack hadn’t gotten angry with her or shown any passion, any heat, any depth of emotion. He’d been kind. Solicitous. Professional. He gave her the predictable speech about how much he appreciated her, how he felt affection for her as a member of his staff, and how together, over the past twenty years, they’d done so much good for the people of this great nation.
Blah-blah-blah. He’d even offered her a way out of her embarrassment, saying they’d all been under tremendous pressure and she should take a few days off.
Well, she had, hadn’t she?
She splashed her face with cold water and stared at herself in the mirror. Her gray eyes were bloodshot from the effort of vomiting, the lashes clumped together from water and tearing. She was just forty-one, not old. She still could have children. She knew plenty of first-time mothers in their forties.
But she couldn’t have Swift children. Jack didn’t want her. Twenty years of dedicated service, and what did she have to show for it?
Lucy was the one with the Swift children.
Barbara dried her face. She could have had Colin. She could have had the Swift children. Instead, she’d waited for Jack.
Darren opened the door behind her, and she placed a hand on the sink to steady herself. “I’m sorry. My stomach’s a little off. It must be the heat.”
He was so smug. “Blackmail’s not a game for someone with a weak stomach.”
That was what they were tiptoeing around—and had been right from the beginning. Blackmail. She nodded, cool. It was to her advantage for him to think he was the security expert with the murky past, the dark and dangerous insider convinced he knew how the “real world” worked better than a super-competent, desk-bound bureaucrat possibly could.
“Colin and I,” she began. She swallowed, met Mowery’s cold gaze. “We had an affair before he died. Jack doesn’t know. Neither does Lucy. No one does.”
“And?”
“And I have pictures.”
Mowery nodded thoughtfully. “Kinky pictures?”
“You’re disgusting.”
“Well, if it’s pictures of you two on his daddy’s campaign trail—”
“By your standards, the pictures would be considered ‘kinky.’ By mine, they’re proof of the physical and emotional bond we shared.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Do you want to see them?”
He rubbed his chin. “So you fucked the son, and the widowed daughter-in-law and the innocent grandkids don’t know it.”
“Must you be so coarse?”
“Listen to you, Barbie. You’re the one who had an affair with another woman’s husband. The boss’s