Into the Whirlwind

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believe she was having this conversation with her housekeeper, and yet she couldn’t stop the words from pouring out.
    â€œI loved him. I’ve never felt that way about anyone. Not the man I married. Not anyone. I loved him, but I knew it would never work.”
    â€œWhy not? You don’t think he would have been a good husband, a good father to Charlie?”
    â€œI don’t know.”
    â€œIf you loved him, dear, maybe you should have taken the time to find out.”
    The words stung. But maybe she needed to hear them. She was grateful Rose was strong enough to say them. “Dirk isn’t like other men. He deserves to be free, to live his life to the fullest. He shouldn’t be tied down to a woman with a child to raise. A little boy who isn’t even his son.”
    There was pity in Rose’s expression. “Perhaps that wasn’t your decision to make. Perhaps you should have let Dirk decide the answer to that.”
    Pain sliced through her. She watched the heavyset woman continue on down the hall with her armload of towels. She had always kept Rose at a distance. It was the way she’d been taught to deal with people who worked for her.
    But the truth was, Rose was a friend. She was as distraught over Charlie as Meg was, barely hanging on by a thread.
    Meg realized she valued the woman’s opinion, had for quite a long time.
    Her mind went back to Dirk. Surely the decision she’d made had been the right one. Charlie had to come first. The danger he was in only made the truth more clear.
    No matter what Rose said, she had done the right thing. Once her baby was home, she would make the same choice again.
    Meg went into her bedroom and closed the door. She didn’t want anyone to hear her crying.
    * * *
    Dirk sat in front of Meg’s laptop, his cell phone on the table beside it. He was on speakerphone with Sadie, still at work in the office this morning, back on her computer and hard at it.
    â€œI’ve looked over the employee list for Solar-Renew,” she said. “A guy named Pedro Martinez wrote a letter that appeared in the editorial section of the Seattle Times, but nothing seems to have come of it. There was general bitching and complaining on the local media. Martinez was pretty vocal, but he’s working now, got hired shortly after all the brouhaha settled down.”
    â€œWhat about Dunham and Algreen? Anything show up there?”
    â€œThey were highly paid executives. Dunham was CEO and president of the company. Algreen was CFO. Algreen was laid off for nearly two years before he got rehired at a company called North Pacific Wind and Solar as head of the accounting department. A couple months later, Dunham went to work for Blue Ridge Energy in Tennessee. Moved there to take the job.”
    â€œSo Algreen’s still in Seattle?”
    â€œThat’s right.”
    â€œHow much was he being paid at Solar-Renew?”
    â€œThree million a year plus bonuses.”
    Dirk whistled. “And now?”
    â€œEight hundred thousand. Plus he gets expenses and stock options.”
    â€œSo getting the ax from Solar-Renew cost him millions and he still isn’t back to where he was before. Might make him believe he deserves to recoup his losses.”
    â€œCould be.”
    â€œIf it’s him, he probably hired someone to handle the dirty work. Can’t see a corporate exec changing diapers and trying to manage a crying kid.”
    At a sound behind him, Dirk turned to see Meg looking over his shoulder at the computer screen. Her eyes were puffy, as if she’d been crying again. They were still the prettiest shade of blue he’d ever seen.
    The soft curve of her breasts beneath her fuzzy yellow sweater drew his attention. He remembered their exact shape and size, the weight of them in his hands, the taste of her nipples on his tongue. He forced the images out of his head and wished he had good news.
    â€œCharlie doesn’t

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