Too Charming by Kathryn Freeman Read Free Book Online Page A

been told to cry rape, but at the last minute had backed down, scared of committing perjury. Now Rogers was claiming that another false victim had been found. One who was, so far, sticking to her story.
    ‘We need to talk to the woman involved in the previous case again,’ Scott told Nancy as he gathered together the contents of the file they’d been working through. ‘We need to find out who leant on her and why. Though we won’t be able to use the information in court, it will at least give us some insight into what’s going on.’
    ‘Agreed. I’ll set something up.’ She sat back in her chair and crossed her elegant legs. ‘So, any plans for this evening?’
    Scott had to forcibly stop himself from laughing out loud. Christ, he’d do well to even get to Friday evening, never mind actually do something with it. He shook his head. ‘I know, all work and no play makes Scott a dull boy, but no, my only plans are to finalise one of my cases for court on Monday.’ Sounded simple. In truth, it would probably take him the most part of the weekend. One thing he was never accused of was being under-prepared for a case. It didn’t matter if he had to work all night on it. He’d be ready to give his best come Monday morning.
    ‘No time for a quick drink?’
    She was looking at him expectantly, her body language indicating that it wasn’t just a drink she had in mind. Wearily Scott rubbed a hand across his shoulders, trying to iron out the knotted muscles. A night out with a willing woman was probably just what he needed. A few drinks, a few laughs and then back to his for some steamy sex. Yeah, he could really go for that. Sadly, much as he still liked Nancy, she was no longer what he had in mind when he thought of his perfect evening. Or sex. The woman he was thinking of was younger, slimmer, with short dark hair and huge blue eyes. A woman he hadn’t seen since he’d looked after her daughter a few days ago. Irritatingly, he’d even found himself hanging round the gym slightly longer than usual, hoping to bump into her.
    Shaking his head he gave Nancy an apologetic smile. ‘Sorry, I’ll have to give that a miss tonight. Some other time.’
     
    Megan was standing in the chambers, right outside Scott’s room, a split second away from turning round and walking straight out again. She would have done, had the clerk not been sitting by the only exit. Was she really going to knock on his door and ask him over for dinner? The hand that she’d raised, ready to knock, hesitated. She couldn’t do this. Didn’t even want to. It was her daughter who’d insisted they should invite Scott round. Megan knew that her daughter’s ulterior motive was to spend some more time with the man who’d taught her how to draw. What she wasn’t sure on was her own motive in agreeing to invite him. Why hadn’t she just said no?
    As she stood outside debating with herself whether to simply ignore the embarrassment factor and turn around, the door suddenly opened and she came face-to-face with an attractive blonde woman. Older than herself, but with the type of classic beauty that didn’t dim with age.
    ‘Oh, sorry.’ She stood back to let her past.
    ‘It’s DS Taylor, isn’t it?’
    Megan nodded, realising that the other woman looked familiar.
    ‘Nancy Whitehead. Solicitor. I’ve seen you round the police station and in court a few times, but I don’t think we’ve ever formally been introduced.’
    Megan took the hand that was offered. ‘Nice to meet you, Nancy. I’m Megan.’
    It was then that Scott appeared in the doorway. All six-foot-plus of him. Again he wore his white court shirt, opened sufficiently to show the tanned column of his neck. Finding the palms of her hand suddenly and annoyingly damp, Megan rubbed them discreetly on her trousers.
    ‘DS Taylor.’ He nodded towards her, casual, his face unreadable. ‘What brings you here?’
    No way. What she had to say to him was embarrassing enough, without the