and hope they’ll send you someone more amenable. Or, alternatively, I’ll come in early and see what I can do then.”
“That’s not good enough.”
“That’s the best I can do, Mr. Lord. Like it or lump it.” And she’d smile sweetly and take herself off to her appointment, with him staring after her, baffled.
Then he’d come in the next morning to find his work done, as promised, and Jenny acting just as if she hadn’t refused him at all, but he knew she would again. Finally he’d learned to ask rather than demand, and the last few months had been tension free.
But she was leaving tomorrow, he thought. He frowned. Jenny’s baby had to come sometime, and secretaries came and went. They weren’t something he bothered about.
He was bothering about Jenny now.
“So tell me,” he growled, and the spark of challenge flared in Jenny’s eyes. She really was recovering.
“Or you’ll sack me? Nice try, but I’m leaving tomorrow, anyway. In fact…” She sighed. “I guess now I’m leaving tonight. I’m sorry, Mr. Lord, but I’m being forced to quit early. Can you say goodbye to everyone for me?”
“Where are you going?”
“I don’t think you want to know that,” she said gently, looking longingly at the door. “You’ve helped me enough. I don’t want you to lie on my behalf.”
“I can act stupid,” he assured her. “I don’t need to lie.”
“You, act stupid? Ha! And you don’t need to know.”
Silence. There was no answer to that.
This was the end, then, he thought. She was asking no more. Michael could open his door, let her leave and never see her again. That should suit him fine. He didn’t get involved with anyone, much less a hugely pregnant, mal-nourished illegal immigrant of a secretary with the worries of the world on her shoulders.
So he could say goodbye and leave it at that—but for the life of him he couldn’t.
“Are you going back to England?” he asked, and watched as the color washed from her face again.
“No, but…”
“Do you have somewhere to go?”
“Mexico,” she said softly, only a tiny tremor in her voice spoiling the bravado of her words.
“You have friends in Mexico?”
“No, but…”
He sighed. “You know, you can’t go back to your apartment. They’ll expect you there.”
“I know that.”
“So you’re heading for Mexico without baggage, without friends. And how do you expect to get over the border? They’ll have immigration checks there, as well.”
“I’ll manage.” Her words were an angry, defensive snap, but there was fear behind them. “The border’s hardly heavily policed. I can do it.”
“What, by hiking through the desert in the dead of night? Very clever.”
Silence.
He shouldn’t get involved. No way! But how could he not? Michael sighed, took a deep breath and jumped right in. He grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair and opened the door.
“Let’s get out of here,” he said.
“But…”
“But what?”
“You don’t need to come.” She glared. “I’m on my own.”
“I can see you’re on your own. That’s what I don’t like.”
“It’s none of your business.”
“You know, if you said it was my business, then I’d fight you every inch of the way,” he said sourly. “But damn it, woman, I have enough moral fiber to think I can’t allow you to sneak over the border with nothing except the clothes you’re wearing. And no friends to meet you.”
She glowered again, trapped. She didn’t want his help. She didn’t want anyone’s help. “I don’t need your morals.”
“Neither do I,” he said dryly. “I don’t need ’em at all. Unfortunately I have ’em, and so does Ellie. She’ll want to know what the heck I’ve done with you, and if I tell her what you intend doing and that I’ve allowed it, she’ll be after me with a horsewhip. So you can say I’m doing this because the Maitlands are head of this place and I work for the Maitlands. Good enough for you?”
She glowered again. “No.”
“It’d better be.” He took her arm. “Because that’s the way it is. Like it or lump it, lady. Let’s go.”
CHAPTER TWO
HE TOOK HER to her apartment first.
“We have maybe twenty minutes,” he told her. “Ellie will hold them that long. So we move fast.”
“You don’t have to—”
“Just shut up,” he told her kindly. “Like it or not, I’m embroiled in this mess, so I might as well be embroiled all the way.”
Which wasn’t exactly true, he decided as he drove fast through Austin’s afternoon traffic. He wasn’t really embroiled in this mess—yet. At this stage he could put her out of the car and walk away.
But there was no way he could do that, and it wasn’t the thought of Ellie’s anger that was keeping him in here. It was the set look on Jenny’s face, the look of despair combined with that stubborn look of pride. She’d go to the wall alone, he thought as he watched her. She had sheer, raw courage. Whatever mess she was in…
She wasn’t facing it alone, he decided. Not while Michael Lord was around to help her. But why he felt that way, he didn’t have a clue. He didn’t get involved with women. Not ever.
A very pregnant secretary didn’t really count as a woman, he told himself. Did she?
He couldn’t answer that question. Instead, he concentrated on driving fast and outmaneuvering the Suits.
Some questions were just too hard to answer.
THE PLACE she lived in was the pits. Michael stopped in front of a run-down apartment block in the poorest part of town and grimaced, then steered his Corvette around the corner and out of sight. The neighborhood was no better around the corner. It wasn’t the sort of place to leave a Corvette, much less a pregnant woman.
“You’ve been living here all the time you’ve worked for me?” he demanded.
“Why shouldn’t I?” Jenny’s voice was defensive. “What’s wrong with it?”
