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every intention of using him for her own gain now. Unfortunately Alex would never believe she hadn’t done it earlier. The timing had been too coincidental. She’d dated him because he’d been unlike any man she’d ever met. Besides his obvious—and at times overwhelming—physical appeal, she admired him, was incredibly impressed by the power of his intellect and his drive to lead the corporation his father had founded to even greater heights of success.
If Joseph was indeed his father.
Something she was becoming more and more convinced was in question thanks to Alex’s out-of-character behavior. The Alex she’d known would never have abandoned a party bursting with VIPs, particularly a party in honor of Joseph’s milestone seventy-fifth birthday, which Joseph himself had told her was meant to help him deal with his grief over the loss of his beloved son, Marcus.
She lightly rapped her knuckle against the stall wall. Maybe Alex’s behavior was a result of his own grief. She’d never had the impression that Alex and Marcus were close, but losing a sibling—one who could have been idolized despite his entirely contrary behavior—would still be a blow. As an only child with parental issues, Madeline could only imagine what such a loss might be like.
The seed of doubt she’d just sown took root and grew like a noxious weed.
One thing she could be sure of was that she refused to return to Los Angeles until she uncovered the truth about Alex one way or the other.
“Miss Monroe?” a woman asked from behind Madeline.
Jumping what seemed a foot and jerking around, Madeline found Sara Barnes standing in the door-within-a-door Madeline herself had used. A worried and highly suspicious expression marred Sara’s pretty, girl-next-door face, and the grip she had on the skirt of her exquisite cream gown threatened violence.
Madeline schooled her features into a pleasant, entirely at-ease expression. She hoped. “Please, call me Maddy, Miss Barnes.”
She preferred Madeline for its grown-up, competent ring, but everyone from her parents to her producers wanted her to go by the more approachable, more memorable, Maddy. Once she landed a job reporting hard news, she would insist on Madeline.
Not that a catchy name had hurt Cokie Roberts or Wolf Blitzer any.
Sara lifted the skirt of her gown and stepped through the door into the stable, glancing at the tack room, then Duke’s stall. She was obviously hunting for Alex.
“And you can call me Sara. Did you walk down here with Alexander McCoy?” she asked.
“No, I didn’t.” Madeline had practically scurried down here looking for Alex, which Sara certainly wouldn’t appreciate hearing.
Sara had been particularly protective of the McCoys since Marcus’s death, furthering Madeline’s perception that there were secrets to be guarded.
Madeline adjusted the spaghetti strap on one shoulder. “I needed a break from the heat of the lights and all the people wanting their fifteen minutes in the spotlight. Alex always used to talk about how peaceful the stable was, and I thought I’d give it a shot.”
Sara nodded slowly, plainly weighing the likelihood of Madeline’s explanation. The creases between her eyebrows vanished and she sighed, apparently buying into the fib. “Have you by any chance come across Alex? Joseph wants him.”
Madeline had a sneaking suspicion that Joseph was the last person Alex wanted to be summoned to right now.
After her, that is.
He clearly needed time alone during which he wouldn’t be forced into putting his “party face” on. It would be the only reason that responsible, reliable Alex would take off into the night the way he had during the middle of such an important party.
The memory of the despair in his voice pinched Madeline in the heart.
The man deserved a break, so on the off chance he cut his moonlight ride short and returned soon, she lied. “You know, before I left the house I think I overheard Senator Percy saying something about Alex promising to show him that eight-car garage this place has and all the big-boy toys filling it. You might find him there.”
Sara blew out a breath and rolled her eyes heavenward in obvious relief. “Oh, good.” Looking again at Madeline, Sara smiled, and it appeared genuine enough to prick Madeline’s conscience. “Thank you very much.”
As Sara stepped back through the door, she said, “I hope you’re getting some good material for your segment. I know Joseph appreciates your professionalism and integrity.”
Oh, yeah, she was professional all right, begging some guy for scraps in a horse stall. And her integrity, well, she’d just given a fine example of that.
Sara raised a hand in farewell. “Have a nice break. But don’t miss the fireworks. They’re definitely worth seeing.”
Madeline returned the wave and forced a smile. “Thank you. I won’t.”
She would stay just long enough to bang her head against the nearest post. The only thing she’d found out for sure tonight was that there was nothing “former” about her feelings for the man she was supposed to be doing an exposé on.
And it scared the hell out of her.
Chapter Three
His navy pinstripe suit coat bunched at his shoulders and his dark blue silk tie uncharacteristically loosened, Alex stared at the pile of papers that had accumulated on his desk since he’d last been at McCoy Enterprises headquarters.
Morning sunshine flooded his big corner office on the fourteenth floor, making all the leather and mahogany furnishings he occasionally found oppressive radiate warmth and luxury. The cup of freshly brewed coffee Peggy had just brought in and set within easy reach filled the air with rich aroma.
A dark, gloomy day and a shot of throat-stinging whiskey would have been more appropriate to his mood than a scene straight from a Maxwell House commercial.
He’d tried like hell since the night of the party to beat this funk that had overtaken him, to move past the lies, to come to grips with them. But no matter how far or fast he rode or how long he brooded in his suite of rooms, the fact remained that his entire sense of self had been shaken to the very root.
He pushed aside the pile of papers that needed his attention, planted his elbows on the huge mahogany desk and buried his hands in his hair to support his head. So much for work distracting him enough to get him through the day.
The only thing—or more accurately, person—to distract him for so much as a moment had been a beautiful blonde with blue eyes so pale they reminded him of the most expensive aquamarines. A woman he’d never quite been able to forget, even knowing she’d dated him to get Joseph to help her land a high-profile job suited to a former beauty queen.
Entertainment news. Give me a break.
Now that his head was full of images of her in the moonlight, her beaded dress catching the glow and hugging her curves like a red silk sheet and her eyes brimming with compassion, she would haunt him forever at some level.
The hinges on the door to his office creaked in the way a door only creaks when someone is trying to open it silently. Lifting just his gaze, he watched the oversize mahogany door inch open.
Man, he hoped he hadn’t scared Peggy when she’d brought his coffee in. The ability to engage in pleasantries seemed beyond him lately.
Hopefully those outside the family-secrets loop would continue to assume Marcus’s death was the cause of Alex’s unusual behavior. The excuse wouldn’t last forever, though. If only he knew what to do to get back to as close to normal as possible.
A face finally appeared around the door to his office, but it wasn’t his personal assistant’s sharply angular one, which was in such opposition to her gentle nature yet perfectly matched her detail-oriented efficiency. Instead, the gleaming