questions? Embarrassing questions?
Another possibility occurred to her then, one she desperately hoped was not true. What if her mother had figured out it was all a lie?
Dread filled Meghann and she wished Bruce would drive faster. She wouldn’t be able to relax until she was able to grill them both and knew everything was okay.
“Here we go, ladies.” Bruce swung open his apartment door and gave a courtly bow.
Meghann walked in behind her mother. The apartment was spacious and lavish on the top floor of the nicest building in town. The living room was furnished with a forest green leather couch, two matching chairs, and an ottoman. A black lacquer dinette with six matching chairs and a china hutch graced the dining room. Her whole house would fit in the living/dining room combination, and the kitchen was larger than her bedroom. There was an alcove off the kitchen that was probably designed as a breakfast nook, but he had a rolltop desk with a notebook computer on it, bookshelves, and other office equipment. All the windows were shrouded in dramatic black and white crepe panels.
She helped her mother settle into the guest bedroom. It had a four-poster cherry bed with matching nightstands, armoire, and mirrored dresser. It was a gorgeous room. If this was the guest room, she wonderedwhat Bruce’s room looked like and quickly shut the thought out.
She looked around the living room. Here she was at his ritzy apartment with a gorgeous view of the city and mountains from his tenth-floor balcony. The carpet was plush and looked new, the furnishings luxurious. Everything was upscale, bold, dark, and masculine. She felt a sudden wave of embarrassment that he had been in her little hovel. He slept on the floor, no less. How could she have done that to him? She had lied, that’s how. Started one little lie that had become a monster. If she could stop it, she would. But how when he refused to go away?
She let her troubled gaze roam the room once more. An assistant manager must get paid more than she realized to afford a place like this. Either that or he was getting money from another source.
A pretty generous source at that…not many ways to make this kind of money legally.
“There you are.”
She spun, a guilty flush filling her cheeks at the suspicious thoughts she’d allowed a moment ago.
Fortunately, Bruce didn’t seem to notice. “I’ve put your suitcase in my bedroom.”
The implications of that statement hit her full force. He hadn’t changed his mind about his promises to her, had he? Coming here was a bad idea, a really bad idea.
“I was just looking around. You have a very nice place.” She hoped her voice didn’t give away her nervousness as she followed him into the room.
The master bedroom was furnished much the sameas the other bedroom, but instead of cherry it was black lacquer, sporting its own bathroom and a to-die-for walk-in closet.
Now it was just him and her in his bedroom. She stared into her opened suitcase on the end of the bed. Absently rummaging through it for the fifth time, she wondered how best to tell him it was time for him to vamoose. If she kept busy, she could hold her anxiety at bay.
“I emptied these two drawers for you,” Bruce said behind her.
She froze and didn’t say a word. Her stomach clenched into one huge knot.
Bruce came up beside her. “It would look suspicious if your mom noticed you were living out of a suitcase.”
“I forgot my nightg—pajamas.” She rifled through her suitcase once again. “I can’t believe I did that. I usually forget my toothbrush. Well, it’s not like I’ve never forgotten them, but more often it has been my toothbrush.” She opened her cosmetic bag and produced her toothbrush. “See here it is. I have my toothbrush. Uh-oh. I don’t have my toothpaste. I forgot my toothpaste, too. I packed in such a rush; I guess I wasn’t very careful. I wonder what else I forgot. I hope I didn’t forget anything else.” She dug
Another possibility occurred to her then, one she desperately hoped was not true. What if her mother had figured out it was all a lie?
Dread filled Meghann and she wished Bruce would drive faster. She wouldn’t be able to relax until she was able to grill them both and knew everything was okay.
“Here we go, ladies.” Bruce swung open his apartment door and gave a courtly bow.
Meghann walked in behind her mother. The apartment was spacious and lavish on the top floor of the nicest building in town. The living room was furnished with a forest green leather couch, two matching chairs, and an ottoman. A black lacquer dinette with six matching chairs and a china hutch graced the dining room. Her whole house would fit in the living/dining room combination, and the kitchen was larger than her bedroom. There was an alcove off the kitchen that was probably designed as a breakfast nook, but he had a rolltop desk with a notebook computer on it, bookshelves, and other office equipment. All the windows were shrouded in dramatic black and white crepe panels.
She helped her mother settle into the guest bedroom. It had a four-poster cherry bed with matching nightstands, armoire, and mirrored dresser. It was a gorgeous room. If this was the guest room, she wonderedwhat Bruce’s room looked like and quickly shut the thought out.
She looked around the living room. Here she was at his ritzy apartment with a gorgeous view of the city and mountains from his tenth-floor balcony. The carpet was plush and looked new, the furnishings luxurious. Everything was upscale, bold, dark, and masculine. She felt a sudden wave of embarrassment that he had been in her little hovel. He slept on the floor, no less. How could she have done that to him? She had lied, that’s how. Started one little lie that had become a monster. If she could stop it, she would. But how when he refused to go away?
She let her troubled gaze roam the room once more. An assistant manager must get paid more than she realized to afford a place like this. Either that or he was getting money from another source.
A pretty generous source at that…not many ways to make this kind of money legally.
“There you are.”
She spun, a guilty flush filling her cheeks at the suspicious thoughts she’d allowed a moment ago.
Fortunately, Bruce didn’t seem to notice. “I’ve put your suitcase in my bedroom.”
The implications of that statement hit her full force. He hadn’t changed his mind about his promises to her, had he? Coming here was a bad idea, a really bad idea.
“I was just looking around. You have a very nice place.” She hoped her voice didn’t give away her nervousness as she followed him into the room.
The master bedroom was furnished much the sameas the other bedroom, but instead of cherry it was black lacquer, sporting its own bathroom and a to-die-for walk-in closet.
Now it was just him and her in his bedroom. She stared into her opened suitcase on the end of the bed. Absently rummaging through it for the fifth time, she wondered how best to tell him it was time for him to vamoose. If she kept busy, she could hold her anxiety at bay.
“I emptied these two drawers for you,” Bruce said behind her.
She froze and didn’t say a word. Her stomach clenched into one huge knot.
Bruce came up beside her. “It would look suspicious if your mom noticed you were living out of a suitcase.”
“I forgot my nightg—pajamas.” She rifled through her suitcase once again. “I can’t believe I did that. I usually forget my toothbrush. Well, it’s not like I’ve never forgotten them, but more often it has been my toothbrush.” She opened her cosmetic bag and produced her toothbrush. “See here it is. I have my toothbrush. Uh-oh. I don’t have my toothpaste. I forgot my toothpaste, too. I packed in such a rush; I guess I wasn’t very careful. I wonder what else I forgot. I hope I didn’t forget anything else.” She dug
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