Amber ground her teeth against her tongue in a stern reminder not to spill any more of her guts to this virtual stranger. The stranger, she reminded herself, who'd sued her over a simple mistake.
Grayson raised his eyebrows at her caustic remark. "And secondly, Cindy isn't Roger's secretary, she's an executive. They met at his health club."
"Oh, that makes it so much better."
To her amazement, he looked embarrassed at the mention of his twin. "Roger is hopeless. I make no excuses for him."
"Did he say why he ditched Sandy after leading her on like that?" she asked more gently.
"He said the relationship wasn't working for him." Grayson looked wearily down at her. "Does that satisfy your boundless curiosity, Ms. Shaw?"
Curiosity killed the cat. Her grandmother's words echoed in her mind. The burning desire to ask questions no one wanted to answer was a trait that dated back to her early childhood. Caught in the act again, Amber smiled, a peace offering.
"You might as well call me Amber since we're going to be stuck here together for a month."
"Grayson," he said. The trace of a smile broke across his face.
Like the sun dawning, Amber thought, then mentally shook herself. A woman could get lost in that smile. She wondered how many had.
"Well then, Amber. Are you satisfied?"
"One more question."
The smile faded, like clouds gathering. "One and only one."
"Where's your partner?"
Grayson studied her long and hard. "He's on an extended holiday."
"Why?"
"I said one question, Amber. Next time make sure you use it wisely."
"Doesn't seem like such a great time to take a holiday to me."
He pursed his lips, all but saying he knew exactly what she was up to. "No, it wasn't."
"So why'd you let him go?"
"That's a question," he reminded her softly.
"You're right," she said breaking into a grin in spite of herself. "You can't blame me for trying. Asking questions is my profession after all."
"No, I suppose I can't," he said, sounding even more tired than before. He ushered her from Barlow's office. "Let me show you where everything is."
Fair Game Inc (2010)
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He leaves her. Grayson couldn't shake her poignant words from his mind. Spoken with just enough hidden pain to make him wonder if in fact she wasn't speaking from her own experience instead of discussing a case study. Had she made sacrifices for a lover who rewarded her by leaving? Was that what set the hot-tempered Ms. Shaw on the course of a new career? Should he ask her?
Grayson smiled in spite of himself. No, that likely wouldn't be a good idea. Ms. Shaw might be adept at asking questions, but he could be certain she was equally adept at evading those asked of her. If he wanted to repair the damage his ill-conceived lawsuit had done, now was not the time to press for personal information. Not yet. Not with her bristling at his every word.
He'd take his time, ask the right questions. He knew from experience that given the right prompting the most reticent of defendants could be enticed to spill the beans.
Grayson glanced through the crack of his partially-closed door at her slight form bent over NicoleAEs main filing cabinet. He couldn't help but admire her. Whether her diligence came from training or deep personal pain, she'd built a business around it, created something profitable where nothing had been before. Created something that allowed others to vent that pain and get on with their lives.
Had she taken revenge on him? He wondered. What had she done? And how had she done it? A few gruesome possibilities flitted through his imagination. He could bet it wasn't ice. No, that wasn't her personal style. Something much more lingering, something the poor fool who'd wronged her would never forget.
And then it hit him. She hadn't exacted her revenge. Hadn't been able to at the time, or chose not to. And all of a sudden he understood something about Amber Shaw that he'd bet she'd never share with another living soul. Pain kept her going. Pain stoked the