Gopher shifted his warm little body, reminding her of where she was and that, 1950s or not, she’d blown her chance with Royce. The choices left were to leave him, seduce him or impress him. Since she was completely intimidated by the thought of seducing a man she’d already rebuffed, she decided to go with impressing him.
She forced herself to focus on the column of numbers in her lap.
There it was again.
She stroked the highlighter across the page.
Yet another payment to Sagittarius Eclipse Incorporated. It was for one hundred thousand dollars, just like the last one, and the one before that.
She skipped back on the pages, counting the payments and pinpointing the dates of the transactions. They fell on the first day of every month. Where other payments in the financial report were for obvious things like feed, lumber, tools or veterinary services, the Sagittarius Eclipse payments were notated only as “services.”
Amber’s curiosity was piqued. She flipped to the back page. Scanning through the total columns, she discovered one-point-two million dollars had been paid out to Sagittarius Eclipse in the current year, the same amount the year before.
She pulled her feet from the love seat cushion. Gopher whimpered and quickly scooted up next to her thigh, flopping against her.
She smiled at the little puff ball, set the financial report aside and scooped him into her arms. He wiggled for a moment, but then settled in next to her like a fuzzy baby.
“I suppose if I hold on to you, you can’t do any harm,” she whispered to him, checking Molly and the other pups as she rose to her feet. They were curled together at the far end of the deck. Nobody seemed to notice as she carried Gopher through the doorway.
There was a computer close by in the living room, and she sat down in front of it, moving the mouse to bring the screen back to life. She hadn’t graduated in Public Administration without knowing how to search a company. Using her free hand, she called up a favorite corporate registry search program.
An hour later, she knew nothing, absolutely nothing about Sagittarius Eclipse Incorporated. They had to be an offshore company, and a hard-to-trace one at that. She could hear her father’s voice inside her head, warning her that when something didn’t seem right, something definitely wasn’t right. But since she wasn’t nearly as suspicious as her father, she refused to jump to any conclusions.
Shifting the sleeping puppy, she dug into her pocket to retrieve her cell phone, dialing Stephanie’s number.
“Yo!” came the young woman’s voice.
“It’s Amber.”
“I know. What’s going on?”
“You ever heard of a company called Sagittarius Eclipse?”
“Who?”
Amber repeated the name.
“What are they, astrologers or something?”
“I hope not.” Amber nearly chuckled. If Ryder Ranch was paying for a hundred grand a month of astrology services, they’d better be accurately predicting the stock market.
“Never heard of them,” said Stephanie. “How are things looking at your end?”
“Best I can come up with is to stop work on the new barn,” said Amber. And maybe quit paying for unidentified “services.” But something stopped her from mentioning the strange payments to Stephanie.
“I hate to say it,” Stephanie returned, “but I’d better not buy Blanchard’s Run.”
“I thought that was a foregone conclusion.”
“A girl can hope.”
This time, Amber did laugh at the forlorn little sigh in Stephanie’s voice. “Suck it up, princess.”
“Easy for you to say. It’s not your business being compromised.”
Amber couldn’t deny it. What’s more, she couldn’t ignore the fact that she didn’t have a business to compromise. Nor did she have a career to compromise. The only thing she’d ever been able to call a vocation was her role as Hargrove’s loyal fiancée and future wife. And she’d completely blown that job yesterday.
“What else have you got?” she asked, shoving the disagreeable thoughts to the back of her mind.
“Let me see.” Stephanie shuffled some papers in the background. “I can delay a tack order, struggle through with our existing jumps. Man, I hate to do that. But the horses have to eat, the employees need paychecks, and we don’t dare cut back on the competition schedule.”
Royce’s deep voice broke in from behind Amber. “I see you’ve changed your mind.”
She jerked around to face him in his Western shirt and faded jeans. A flush heated her face. Yes, she’d changed her mind. She’d changed her mind the second he left her bedroom last night.
But he was staring at the puppy in her lap, and she realized he was referring to a completely different subject.
“Royce is here,” she said into the mouthpiece.
“Tell him I’ll be down there before dinner.”
“Sure.” She signed off and hung up the phone, adjusting Gopher’s little body when she realized her arm was beginning to tingle from lack of circulation. “He’s very friendly,” she told Royce.
“Are you taking him home?”
“Have you ever heard of a company called Sagittarius Eclipse?” she countered, not wanting to open the subject of her going home. She’d pretend she didn’t notice he was anxious for her to leave.
“Never,” he answered, watching her closely, the distance and detachment still there in his expression and stance.
She debated her next move, unable to shake the instinct that told her the payments were suspicious.
“Why do you ask?” he prompted.
“The ranch is making payments to them.”
“For what?”
“That’s just it. I can’t tell.”
“Tools? Supplies? Insurance?”
“Insurance, maybe.” She hadn’t thought of that. “The entries only say ‘services.’” She reached behind her for the report, and Gopher wriggled in her lap.
“Better put him back outside,” Royce suggested.
Amber moved to the screen door, deposited the puppy on the deck and returned to point out the entries to Royce.
“I searched for the company on the Internet,” she offered while he glanced through the pages she’d noted. “I can’t find anything on them, not domestically, not offshore.”
He raised a questioning brow.
“I learned corporate research at U of C.”
Royce’s jaw tightened, and she could feel the wheels turning inside his head.
She dared voice the suspicion that was planted inside her brain. “Do you think McQuestin could be-”
“No.”
“His niece?”
“Not a chance. Not for these amounts.”
“McQuestin had to know, right?” The man worked with the business accounts on a daily basis. Whatever was going on with Sagittarius Eclipse, McQuestin had to be aware.
“It’s legit,” Royce said out loud, but his spine was stiff, and he was frowning.
“What do you want to do?” she asked. Maybe this was the tip of the iceberg. Maybe Sagittarius Eclipse would help them solve some kind of embezzlement scheme. Maybe she could even help alleviate the company’s cash flow problems.
He reached into the breast pocket of his blue-and-gray plaid shirt, retrieving his cell phone and searching for a number. His hair was damp with sweat, face streaked with dust, sleeves rolled up to reveal his tanned, muscular forearms. Amber’s gaze went on a wayward tour down his body, her hormones reaching with predictability to his sex appeal.
He pressed a button on the phone, and the ringing tone became audible through the small speaker.
Amber pointed to the screen door. “Do you want me to-”
Royce shook his head. “You’re the one that found it. Let’s hear what McQuestin has to say.”
A woman’s voice bid them hello.
“Maddy? It’s Royce.”
“Oh, hey, Royce. He’s doing okay today. They think they got the last of the bone fragments, and the infection’s calming down.”
“Good to hear,” said Royce. “Can I talk to him for a minute?”