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The proof that your father had cheated on your mother. Well, that was a long time ago. My mother’s been dead twenty years. Don’t you two think it’s time you let it go?”
    Both his brothers looked surprised by his vehemence. They turned to each other and another of those nonverbal exchanges passed between them. Nathan hated how their closeness shut him out. It renewed his determination to take control of the company away from them.
    â€œWhat do we really know about this technology you want to invest in?” Max grumbled, his body language and expression broadcasting his skepticism. “We’re out of our depth here.”
    Nathan stared at his brother. “I’m not.”
    â€œWell, excuse me if I’m having trouble taking your word on this.”
    Sebastian silenced his younger brother with a sharp gesture. “Nathan has given us solid numbers on this, Max. Until this thing came up with Smythe, we agreed to give him a chance to approach Montgomery about their joint venture. Silas hasn’t made a decision. I think we should at least give Nathan until the middle of February. If he’s right about Lucas, we can afford to wait.”
    â€œI never thought you’d be up for this kind of risk, Sebastian,” Max said, his eyes narrowing. “That sort of gambling is better left to the experts.” A great deal of sarcasm went into the last word.
    Nathan sidestepped the urge to react to his brother’s taunt, but it rankled. He didn’t have an MBA or their business credentials, but he’d made a hell of a lot of money on his ability to research up-and-coming companies and glimpse their potential.
    â€œWhy don’t you discuss it?” Nathan glanced at his watch. He was going to be late if he didn’t get going right away. “I’ve got a breakfast meeting. Let me know what you decide.”
    Leaving his brothers to make their decision, Nathan grabbed his coat and headed out. Carley’s Café was a three-block walk, and he let the chilly winter air cool his anger as he strode along the sidewalk. For the first time in months—maybe even years—he had a project he could sink his teeth into. He would not give up because of his brothers’ timidity and lack of imagination.
    He hadn’t completely banished his ill humor by the time he pushed into the tiny restaurant, but his pulse kicked up in anticipation of seeing Emma again. At this hour, there was only one table available. He stripped off his coat, ordered coffee and settled down to wait.
    When the waitress offered to refill his cup a second time, he glanced at his watch. Where the hell was she? It was already half an hour past the time she’d promised to meet him. He tossed money on the table and donned his coat.
    Cody had given him her address weeks ago. After their encounter at his condo, he’d considered sending flowers, a balloon bouquet, something foolish and romantic. The impulse disturbed him. He wasn’t the foolish, romantic sort. In the end, he hadn’t done anything, and after she’d ignored his phone calls, he was damn glad.
    Nathan walked the five blocks to her building and slipped in without having to warn her of his arrival, thanks to the woman who exited the secure front door just as he arrived. He crossed the newly remodeled lobby to the refurbishedfreight elevator, imagining Emma’s shock when she answered the door.
    On the fourth floor, Nathan found Emma’s unit and rang her doorbell. When no one answered, he tried again. While he considered that she might refuse to let him in, he doubted that she would be hiding inside, pretending she wasn’t home. He tried the doorknob and, to his surprise, found the door unlocked. Entering the unit, he called Emma’s name.
    The only noise that reached his ears sounded like someone being violently sick.
    He crossed the living room, absently inventorying the size of the place and the abundance of