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“Perhaps later . . .”
“Now!”Noah’s voice had risen as his impatience began to get the better of him.
“I’m sorry, Noah. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Don’t hang up—”
A click from a small town in Mexico severed the connection.
“Damn!” Noah slammed the receiver down and smashed one fist into an open palm. He uttered a stream of invectives partially aimed at his father, but mainly at himself. How could he have been so gullible as to have agreed to run the investment firm while Ben was recuperating? It had been an emotional decision and a bad one at that. Noah wasn’t prone to sentimental decisions, not since the last one he had made, nearly sixteen years before. But this time, because of his father’s delicate condition, Noah had let his emotions dictate to him. He shook his head at his own folly. He was a damned fool. “Son of a . . .”
“Pardon me?” Maggie asked as she breezed into the office in her usual efficient manner. Nearly sixty, with flaming red hair and sporting a brightly colored print dress, she was the picture of unflappable competency.
“Nothing,” Noah grumbled, but the fire in his bright blue eyes refused to die. He slumped into his father’s desk chair and attempted to cool his smoldering rage.
“Good!” Maggie returned with an understanding smile. She placed a stack of correspondence on the corner of the desk.
Noah regarded the letters with a frown. “What are those?”
“Oh, just the usual—except for the letter on the top of the pile. It’s from the insurance company. I think you should read it.” Maggie’s friendly smile began to fade.
Noah slid a disgusted glance at the document in question and then mentally dismissed it as he looked back at the secretary. She noticed his dismissive gesture, and a perturbed expression puckered her lips.
“Would you put in a call to Betty Averill in the Portland office? Tell her I won’t be back as soon as I had planned. Have her send anything she or Jack can’t handle up here. If she has any questions, she can call me.”
Maggie’s intense gaze sharpened. “Isn’t your father coming back on the first?” she asked. Maggie normally didn’t pry, but this time she couldn’t help herself. Noah hadn’t been himself lately, and Maggie laid most of the blame on his strong-willed son. The kid was sixteen and hell-on-wheels.
“Apparently not,” Noah muttered in response.
“Then you’ll be staying for a few more months?”
Noah narrowed his eyes. “It’s beginning to look that way, isn’t it?”
Maggie tried to ignore the rage in Noah’s eyes. She tapped a brightly tipped finger on the correspondence. “If you’re staying on as head of Wilder Investments—”
“Only temporarily!”
Maggie shrugged. “It doesn’t matter, but perhaps you should read this insurance inquiry.”
“Is it that important?” Noah asked dubiously.
Maggie frowned as she thought. “It could be. That’s your decision.”
“All right . . . all right, I’ll take a look,” Noah reluctantly agreed. Before Maggie could back out of the office, he called to her. “Oh, Maggie, would you do me a favor?” She nodded. “Please keep calling the house, every half an hour if you have to. And if you do happen to get hold of my son, let me know immediately. I want to talk to him!”
Maggie’s smile was faintly sad. “Will do.” She closed the door softly behind her.
When Maggie was gone, Noah reached for the document that she had indicated. “What the hell is this?” he muttered as his dark brows pulled together in concentration. He scanned the letter from the insurance company quickly and several phrases caught his attention:non-payment of benefits . . . conflict of interest . . . lawsuit contesting the beneficiary . . . Cascade Valley Winery.
“Damn!” Noah wadded the letter into a tight ball and tossed it furiously into the wastebasket He pushed down the button on the intercom and waited for Maggie’s voice to answer. “Get me the president of PacWest Insurance Company on the phone,now!”he barked without waiting for her response.
The last thing he needed was more problems with the insurance proceeds for the winery located in the foothills of the Cascade Mountains. He had hoped that by now the insurance company would have straightened everything out, even with the suspected arson complicating matters. Apparently he had been wrong, very wrong. Maggie’s efficient voice interrupted his conjecture.
“Joseph Gallager, president of Pac-West Insurance, is on line one,” she announced briskly.
“Good.” He raised his hand to connect with Gallager, but paused. Instead he spoke to the secretary. “Do you have the name of the private investigator that my father uses?”
“Mr. Simmons,” Maggie supplied.
