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spilled the beans to her father, and then Nathan would have lost any chance of making good.
    The final straw had been when Webster had employed that creep, O'Brien. They hadn't accused Nathan of anything, but it was obvious they didn't trust him. Caitlin must have said something or why else had Nathan been sidetracked? Lisa didn't blame him for using any means he could to screw the bastards.
    She shivered again. It was getting dark. Across the square, lights were appearing in the windows of other apartments, reminding her that Carl was coming at six. She still hadn't fixed her make-up, but that didn't matter. She didn't intend to get dressed until after he'd arrived.
    Was she being reckless, getting involved with a man like Carl Walker just because she was feeling peeved? If Nathan found out she'd cheated on him, would he throw her out? She scowled. He wouldn't find out. Carl wouldn't tell him. His wife ensured there'd be no complications of that kind.

    Marshall O'Brien entered Matthew Webster's office with the ease of long familiarity. He'd only been Matthew's personal assistant for the past two years, but his relationship with the older man went back much further than that. Even so, it was Matthew's illness that had precipitated their association. Until then, it had remained virtually undisclosed.
    Even now, there were only a favoured few who knew of— or suspected—its inception. And most of them would have thought twice before putting it into words. Matthew Webster had never been the kind of man to encourage confidences, and he treated his staff in much the same way he had treated his daughter—with consideration and respect, but little affection.
    Nonetheless, his heart attack had changed many things. Not least, his plans for retirement. Despite what his doctors might have said at the time, Matthew had not handed over the reins of command as had been expected. On the contrary, after the attack his retirement had been indefinitely deferred.
    And only he knew his sudden seizure had not been unwarranted. For months before the attack, he'd been living on his nerves. He hadn't wanted to accept it, but it hadn't taken him long to discover that Nathan was not the man he'd first believed him, and his suspicions had left him sick at heart.
    Physically as well as mentally, as it had turned out. The husband he'd chosen for his daughter had proved to have feet of clay, and although Matthew had never had much time for emotion, especially not in business, having to consider his daughter's feelings had frustrated him beyond belief.
    After all, only months before, he'd been congratulating himself on his success. After years of having to live with the fact of Caitlin's rejection of his plans for her, he'd been given a second chance. That wimp she'd been living with had blotted his copybook, and Caitlin had come running home with her tail between her legs.
    He remembered how hard it had been not to say "I told you so" and he thought he'd been rewarded when Nathan Wolfe appeared on his horizon. Even then, he hadn't been able to believe his luck when Caitlin had showed she was attracted to him, too, and when they'd announced their engagement, he'd thought he was the luckiest man alive.
    He should have known better.
    In fact, he thought now, he should have been suspicious of any man Caitlin was attracted to. Her record, so far as emotional relationships was concerned, was abysmal, and she'd proved time and time again how sensible he had been not to take her ambitions seriously. In his opinion, women were hopelessly impetuous and far too easily led.
    Even so, Nathan had appeared to embody everything he'd hoped for in a future son-in-law. He was older than Caitlin, which was a distinct advantage. It meant he had experience, and although he hadn't been married before, he'd had plenty of time to sow his wild oats. In addition to which, he'd insisted he was willing to learn, which meant that Matthew would be able to teach him his own methods