Blowing out a breath, she could see why he was so angry. And that she was being an unreasonable bitch. Shoving from the desk, she took a last longing look at the blinking cursor and left the room.
Margo Pendergast had been a cop for more years than she cared to count. And was married to a multi-billionaire. She was still getting used to it.
She had scaled down considerably since her marriage to Merrick, much to her husband's delight. But she was still a cop atleast for a year yet. She had further delighted her husband with the announcement that she was retiring, turning in her badge.
It was something she did not want to think about, not yet.
Kiara came marching into the room, bringing with her a burst of energy that reminded Margo of a younger version of herself. The instant she stepped into the room, the tension became palpable. Oscar had explained the situation to her briefly with the statement that he had just found out, hence the tension between the couple.
"Margo, hi."
Hiding a smile at the cool cultured tone of the younger woman, Margo nodded.
"Good to see you. Hear congratulations are in order."
"For..." Kiara pressed a hand to her still flat stomach, resentful eyes flying to the man standing by the massive hearth. "Oh."
"I heard it from my husband who heard it from Jackson. These men gossip like old wives." Margo shuffled the plain papersin her hands. "Oscar said you started getting these six months ago?"
Kiara slid him a guilty look. "More than that." Ignoring the hiss of breath coming from his side of the room, she squared her shoulders. "More like a year. Or more than that. When I first started going out with Oscar."
She could not look at him but could feel the anger and pain directed at her. "I didn't pay it any mind at first. There were just letters from a fan. Harmless drivel, telling me how much he or she enjoys my writing and how beautiful I was. Things like that."
Wanting something to do with her hands, she moved to the side board to pour a glass of water. "Would you like something to drink?"
"No thanks. Go on."
Taking the water with her, she went to the window overlooking the pool. "You have to understand that I'm not used to all this attention." She turned to look at Margo with a smile. "I'm sure you can relate."
"Absolutely." Her dry tone eased the tension forming in the pit of Kiara's stomach. "I'm still trying to get used to being Merrick's wife. Please continue."
"Anyway. They would come every month like clockwork. Sometimes it was one line and then more. I threw them away."
"Don't you have a secretary?"
Margo noticed that the young woman glanced over at Oscar who remained rigidly silent. "Yes. But these are left at the cottage. He would push them under the door."
"You don't have cameras there?"
"No. It's pretty isolated and I hate the damn things. I tried out a security code for the doors and kept forgetting the code. I think I frustrated the company in more ways than one." She took a sip of water. "Anyway, I got rid of it."
"You spend most of your time here."
Kiara glanced over at Oscar again, before nodding. "Yes. Look, I never thought anything of it until he mentioned us being by the pool. And we..."
She swallowed more water. "We were..."
"Intimate." Oscar supplied the word she was reluctant to come up with, his face like stone. "The bastard invaded our privacy."
"He did, yes." Margo agreed. "And there're laws against this sort of thing."
"What can you do?"
Margo stared at the papers in her hands before answering his question.
"Take these into the precinct and see if there are any prints, which is doubtful. And suggest you amp up security on the place." She directed her gaze towards Kiara. "I also suggest you be aware of your surroundings."
"I'll have someone drive her whenever I'm not available."
