Free The Unexpected Coincidence by Amelia Price

and had to stop herself gaping at the grand stone
entranceway with its large sweeping split staircase. It was like a
house from a fairy tale. A butler came hurrying up to her, his eyes
wide with an edge of panic.
    Not quite sure why
she might be scaring him, she quickly scanned over her attire. She
was dressed well, as she always ensured whenever the chance to see
Myron was there.
    “I need to see
Myron Holmes,” she said when he came closer. This seemed to only
worsen the matter. He appeared to choke and his eyes grew even
wider. Realising he would be of no help to her, she tried to walk
right past him and called Myron's name. Daniels pulled on her arm
and drew her attention back behind her but he was no longer looking
at her, and he also appeared as if he was about to have some sort
of panic attack. She followed his gaze and saw that Myron had
appeared to one side of the staircase, by a door that had looked
like part of the wall the last time she'd seen it. He motioned with
one hand for her to approach. Daniels let go of her and the butler
moved out of her way.
    “Myron,” she said
with delight. She hurried over to him, her boots clicking rapidly
on the marble floor. As she got closer she noticed that he was
clenching his jaw and shaking with barely contained rage. She
stopped in front of him, suddenly finding she couldn't speak. He
was more angry than she'd ever seen him, and the way he stared at
her made it obvious the reason was her.
     
     

Chapter 7
    Mycroft pointed at
the room to one side of him, hoping Amelia would hurry up and get
inside before he dragged her in there. In all his years at the
club, such an embarrassing incident had never occurred because of
him. Not even Watson had made such a blunder.
    Some level of
understanding seemed to finally come to her as she walked into the
room before him and held her gloved hands demurely in front of her.
She stopped in the middle of the room while he pulled the door
closed and made sure it made no sound.
    Once it was closed
and providing them with an insulated bubble to make noise within,
he strode around to his side of the desk but found he couldn't sit
down.
    “What the hell do
you think you're doing?” he said, his voice even and clipped, but
full of the emotion he felt.
    “I'm sorry, I
didn't mean to...”
    “Not only is this
a gentlemen's club and you are most decidedly not male, but this is
also a silent club. You've made more noise in less than a minute
than is heard here in a whole year.
    “I really am
sor...”
    “And on top of all
that, I distinctly remember telling you not to contact me in any
way that could be noticed or discovered by others. Everyone here
just heard you were looking for me.”
    Amelia finally
shut her mouth again and stopped trying to apologise. He thought
this would be an improvement until he saw her eyes water with the
threat of tears. He let out a disgusted growl and turned his back
on her. Trying to keep all the rage within him from boiling over
and making him explode into an angry tirade, he closed his eyes and
focused on smoothing out his breathing.
    When he felt
calmer he faced Amelia again and found she was doing the same
thing. One tear had escaped and tracked down her cheek, but she was
standing, shaking and fighting with her breathing. Impressively,
she appeared to be regaining control.
    He sneered as the
small amount of respect he couldn't help but feel flared his temper
once more.
    “Explain,” he
said, snapping his mouth shut over the word. Her eyes flew open but
she didn't speak. Instead, she swallowed and looked down at his
desk.
    “I found another
letter this morning.”
    “At the hotel?”
She shook her head and then nodded. He raised an eyebrow, not
willing to play games. “Spit it out.”
    “I found it at the
hotel, but it was in my handbag, and he could only have put it in
there last night. It was angry, and hinted at violence.”
    A shiver ran
through her and he felt his face sneering once