Undercover Father by Mary Anne Wilson Read Free Book Online

desirable. A woman who warmed his soul.
    He covered his left hand with his right, felt the smooth gold of his wedding band and swallowed, hard.
    “Don’t call Mr. Lawrence,” she said, and it sounded as if she was speaking from a great distance, down a long tunnel.
    She touched her tongue to her lips, and he could almost imagine kissing her, as crazy and impossible as that was. She was clearly waiting for his next move, and he didn’t know what that would be. He saw her exhale, and thought he felt her breath brush his skin. He must be insane. His world had just exploded into something he didn’t recognize.
    The desire to kiss her was overwhelming, but it was wrong. It didn’t matter that it seemed to have a life of its own, that it had burst into his reality, distracting him completely. Megan was a woman who didn’t care about him. And he needed to force himself to stay neutral. But as she stood straighter, reducing some of the space between them, he knew he couldn’t. That was impossible. As impossible as wanting to be close to a woman like her.

CHAPTER THREE
    M EGAN STARED AT Rafe, not certain what was going on. But she wanted out of here. The room seemed closed and airless. She found that breathing wasn’t easy for her, and she spoke quickly. “You don’t want to bother Mr. Lawrence if you don’t have to.” She inhaled a deep breath. “I’m here for training and possibly evaluation for a promotion, and if you call him...” She shrugged, already saying more than she should have. “Please, just let me find the envelope and you can read what’s in it before I take it. Okay?”
    He didn’t move. He just stared at her, his hands behind his back, then he spoke in a low voice. “Find the envelope.”
    “Thank you,” she said, and didn’t waste any time before turning back to the desk to look for it. She went through everything twice, but no envelope appeared. Finally she moved some books aside and withdrew a stack of papers beneath them. There it was. The envelope even had her name on the front of it.
    She turned and held it up to Rafe. “Here it is.”
    He looked at it, then came close enough to take it from her. She watched him open the flap, pull out a sheet of paper and examine it. “According to this, Ms. Gallagher is being moved to another location so your time at LynTech can be spent more productively.”
    “See, I told you so,” she said, and realized that sounded like a childish retort. “It’s all there.”
    He looked back at the letter. “It’s got directions.” He frowned as he read silently. “That’s a lousy area,” he murmured before he looked back at her with those dark eyes. “Why are they putting you up there?”
    “He said it’s wired to the LynTech database, and I can work more effectively from there than I could from the hotel.”
    “Whatever,” Rafe said, refolding the paper and putting it back in the envelope. Then he shook out two keys. “Front door and loft,” he said as he read the tags. He dropped them back in the envelope and handed it to her. “Once again, I was wrong. You’re right. You can go.”
    She expected to feel victorious, but didn’t, thanks to the darkness in his eyes. She didn’t understand that look at all, and normally wouldn’t have cared. But for some reason, it bothered her. “Thank you,” she said, holding on tightly to the envelope. “I just need to get my things from my cubicle, then I’ll leave.” She heard herself add, “And can you show me where to sign the list?”
    She thought he might at least smile a bit at that, but all he said was, “Get your things and I’ll sign you out.”
    “Okay,” she agreed, and headed for the door.
    He followed, but never came abreast of her all the way to her cubicle. When she went inside he stayed at the doorless entry and silently watched as she got her briefcase and put her paperwork in it. She closed it and looked up to find him eyeing her intently. “Can I ask you one thing?” she