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the editor died. The paper floundered. A succession of editors couldn’t revive it. Oliver Fisk is the latest to try.”
    “But you won’t give him the time he needs?” Jana asked, hearing the edge on her voice.
    Brandon heard it too, obviously, because he sat forward again and began rummaging through the desk. “I gave him six months to show an improvement. That hasn’t happened.”
    “Then give him more time.”
    “I did.” Brandon opened a lower drawer. “I gave him two additional months—three times.”
    “But if even more time is needed—”
    “No more time.” Brandon closed the drawer with a thud and looked up at Jana. “The Messenger is losing money every minute of every day. I won’t tolerate that sort of loss any longer. Fisk has another six weeks to turn the paper around, or it will be closed. Permanently.”
    “But what about all the employees?” Jana asked. “You can’t put those people out of work.”
    “Most of them will find jobs at the Times . The others might find work at one of my other businesses,” Brandon said.
    “And you won’t even consider giving Mr. Fisk another extension?”
    “It won’t matter,” Brandon said. “If that newspaper could have been saved, it would have happened already. It’s a lost cause. Besides, I already have another project in the works for the Jennings Building. It’s coming along nicely. Once the newspaper is closed and moves out, I can go forward with it.”
    “But that’s hardly a reason—”
    “It’s the only reason I need.” Brandon came to his feet, the tone of his words and the look on his face ending their conversation. “And in the future, when someone such as Oliver Fisk shows up here, you are not to offer them any hospitality whatsoever.”
    Jana’s simmering anger flared. “Are you telling me I cannot be civil to whomever comes to the house?”
    “Yes, that’s exactly what I’m telling you.” Brandon softened his voice. “It’s all right…this time. You didn’t know.”
    Jana just looked at him, too stunned to speak.
    Brandon came around the desk. “There’s somethingelse I want to talk to you about. Last night you said I had no idea about why you left. I thought about that today.”
    “You did?” Now she was truly stunned.
    “Yes. I thought about it and I want you to know that I’m fully aware of why you left.”
    A different sort of unease came over Jana. “You are?”
    Brandon straightened his shoulders. “It was my fault, really. I didn’t give you enough guidance. You were young and somewhat pampered, and I should have provided more direction, made you more aware of your duties and responsibilities.”
    She raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really?”
    “Yes.” He cleared his throat. “As I said, it was really my fault. It was my duty as your husband to provide those things. I was remiss in not doing so.”
    Her expression soured. “How generous of you to admit it.”
    “Yes. Well, I want to assure you the situation will be corrected. So,” he said, drawing in a breath, “with your—and my—new commitment to our marital responsibilties, I’m sure everything will be fine. This time.”
    A thousand retorts jetted through Jana’s mind, itching to be spoken, hurled at him like spiked daggers.
    But she held her tongue. A sense of calm came over Jana.
    “You have no idea how relieved I am to hear you say that,” she said softly, never meaning anything more in her life.
    Brandon smiled, apparently pleased with himself. “Good. I’m glad that settled things.”
    “Oh, that settled things, all right.”
    Jana left the study, determination and strength lengthening her strides as she bounded up the stairs and into her room.
    Yes, Brandon’s assessment settled things, all right. But not the way he thought.
    Jana drew in a deep, cleansing breath, knowing without a doubt what would happen next.
    She’d leave.
    Nothing had changed in the past fourteen months—including Brandon. Everything that had driven her