Overnight Heiress. Modean Moon

of the room against one of the floor-to-ceiling bookcases. Her heart gave that funny little rush it had the day before, when he had touched her cheek, and suddenly the men in the room didn’t seem nearly so intimidating. She stared at Lucas until he shifted and turned slightly and saw her in the doorway. His eyes acknowledged her presence as a small smile—of approval?—softened the frown that had darkened his face.

      She took the one step that placed her in the room, and Fallon and the two men looked up from the cluster of chairs in front of Edward’s massive desk.

      Type A and suspicious.

      She returned their steady appraisal.

      First Fallon and then his associates stood. All remained silent, as she did, waiting.... Waiting for what?

      Finally a shadow of a smile rewarded her patience. “Miss Carlton,” Fallon said, “welcome home.”

      

      Meg sank into the deep leather chair beside the fireplace in Edward’s study after the men left. For a first meeting, it hadn’t been too bad, a few affidavits, a little uncomfortable conversation and, until Lucas had put a stop to it, a gentle probing by the attorneys about those events of twenty-five years ago that remained shrouded by the mists of time.

      There would be more, much more, the next day and in the days afterward, as Meg resumed a life she had never dreamed of. As she did what she knew now she must do—protect Danny from the claims his father and even the grandparents who had turned their backs on him quite probably would make on him and his interest in the Carlton wealth if anything should happen to her.