Gloria greeted her from a desk positioned next to a single office door. “What a nice surprise, Mrs. Winthrop! Are you fully recovered from the party?”
Had that only been a little over a week ago? “Yes, thank you. You did a beautiful job organizing everything. Sorry about the spectacle.”
Gloria dismissed it with a wave of her hand. “Happens to the best of us.” She reached down to scratch behind one of Toto’s ears. “You’re a cutie.”
Kat beamed with something akin to maternal pride. “Is Andrew in?”
“Sorry, dear. He just went into a meeting with Mr. Winthrop. Want to wait here?” She indicated a plump armchair. “I believe he’ll be through in half an hour.”
It had to be The Meeting concerning his partnership. She could feel it in the pit of her stomach. Or was that the breakfast sandwich she’d scarfed on the way over?
“I’ll just wait outside A.W’s office.”
As if on cue, Bitsy and Eddie waltzed in.
“Hi, Kat. We weren’t expecting to find you here.”
“I came by to see Andrew.”
The couple exchanged smug looks.
“It must be wives’ day at the office.” Bitsy said, fishing for information.
Kat babbled to cover up her lack of an explanation for being there. “He’s in a meeting with your father, so I thought I’d wait in A.W.’s office.”
“Come on. We’ll take you down there.”
As they escorted her down the hall, Eddie questioned, “Was Andrew, um, expecting you this morning?”
What had seemed like a good plan last night and early this morning suddenly lost its appeal. “No. I haven’t talked to him since he was…since Saturday night.”
Kat couldn’t interpret the look passing between Eddie and Bitsy.
“Is something going on that I should know about?” Kat demanded, her suspicions on red alert from all the covert looks.
Bitsy practically shoved her into an elegant waiting room. “Well, here we are.”
The secretary seated outside the door peered over half glasses at her in unspoken inquiry.
From behind the closed double doors, a shriek of fury rent the air, followed by a shrill cry. “Andrew, you can’t do this to me.”
The hair rose on the nape of Kat’s neck. She recognized that shriek and that shrill. What the hell was Claudine doing in A.W.’s office with her husband?
She lit out for the door, intent on gaining entry.
The secretary jumped to her feet. “Mr. Winthrop’s in a meeting, madam. And he’s not to be disturbed.”
Kat paused with her hand on the door handle. “Watch me.”
She wrenched open the door just as Andrew’s words rang loud and clear.
“I have no intention of divorcing my wife to gain a partnership.”
ANDREW TURNED, annoyed at the interruption. He watched in amazement as Kat and Toto barged forward, shrugging off his father’s secretary, with Bitsy and Eddie in tow.
All hell broke loose as everyone spoke at once.
“Kat, you’re here. And Toto, too. I’ve missed you.” God, but she was beautiful.
“What the hell are all of you doing here? Why is there a dog in my office?” A.W. appeared apoplectic.
“I tried to stop her, sir.” The secretary wailed.
“Hi, Dad.” Bitsy smiled cheekily.
“We found her in your office,” Eddie offered to Andrew.
“I wish I could say it was nice to see you again, Claudette.”
“Claudia.” The entire room chorused the correction.
Mayhem threatened to escalate. Andrew executed an ear-splitting whistle, effectively silencing the roar.
“Kat, I wanted to clear this up before I talked to you, but I’m glad you’re here now.”
“What do you mean you’re not divorcing me for the partnership? You were supposed to marry me for the partnership!”
“This is a damn fool decision, Andrew. The door won’t be open when you come crawling back,” A.W. threatened with a heavy scowl.
“And I won’t wait forever,” Claudia chimed in.
“Count your blessings,” Kat muttered in A.W. and Claudia’s general direction.
“You go, girl,” Bitsy cheered Kat from the doorway.
Kat turned her piercing azure eyes to him. The hurt he’d read in her gaze the last time he’d faced her had been replaced with tenderness and something he dared not name. The rest of the room faded to nothingness.
“What’s going on, Andrew?”
She befuddled his senses. He couldn’t think clearly. He ran the fingers of one hand over her shoulder. “You wore my favorite shirt.”
Kat plucked at the lime green T-shirt. “Just for you.”
“My God, that thing is hideous,” Claudia opined.
Kat and Andrew turned to her with amused smiles. “We know,” they acknowledged in sync.
“A.W. gave me a choice-you or the partnership.”
“But…”
“You’re a mistake, girl. I wanted to help him figure it out sooner than later.” A.W. sneered.
“Let me remind you, you’re speaking to my wife.” Andrew’s jaw ached with the effort to remain civil.
“You conniving old poop,” Kat sputtered at A.W.
Lucky for “the old poop” there was no glassware handy. Kat looked mad enough to exercise her pitching arm. Andrew shifted slightly, putting himself between his outraged wife and the brandy decanter.
Ignoring Kat, A.W. looked at his son and scoffed, “Might I remind you, you’re unemployed?”
“Correction. Self-employed. As of my resignation, I’m in partnership with Eddie. We’re having lunch with a realtor to finalize an office location.”
In the periphery of his mind he registered Bitsy, Eddie and A.W., all talking at once. Although he answered A.W.’s assertion, his gaze never shifted from Kat. He watched the delight chase incredulity across her face.
“You gave up your partnership for me?”
He hadn’t exactly planned on an audience, but what the heck. He felt like shouting it from the rooftop. Cupping her face in his hands, his thumbs caressed the freckles gracing her cheekbones. “I love you, Kat. Nothing else in my life compares to what I feel for you.”
His heart thundered in slow motion as he awaited her response.
A smile lit her face like a bright sun peering through a dark cloud. “You know I’m a woman of excess,” she warned. “I either eat the entire pan of brownies or I don’t touch them.” Her gaze devoured him.
“I’m counting on it.”
“I love you. To distraction.”
“I think I’m going to be sick,” Claudia snapped.
Bitsy, Eddie and the secretary played the part of the Greek chorus. “Shut up, Claudia.”
“Speaking of sick…” Kat began.
Once upon a time, following her train of thought had been scary. Now he just enjoyed the ride.
“Have you been? Are you?” Was he on his way to being a dad, as well as a husband?
“I took a test this morning. But I wanted to wait until I was with you to check the result.” She shifted Toto to one side and turned her purse toward him. “It’s in there. Looks sort of like a thermometer.”
Andrew rummaged through what amounted to a small suitcase with an unsteady hand. “That’s it.”
He slowly pulled out the cylindrical stick and took the cap off. His hand shook like a leaf in a storm as he showed the window to Kat. “What does that mean?” He could barely speak as the blood thundered through his head.
“I don’t remember. Pull out the instruction box.”
He snatched the box and matched the stick to the back. A roaring filled his ears. “We’re going to have a baby! I’m going to be a daaaad…”
Stunned, Kat stared at her stuffy attorney husband stretched out in a dead faint.
Claudia sprang from the couch. “I know CPR.”
“Touch him and you die,” Kat challenged.
Toto took advantage of her lax hold to leap from Kat’s arms. Barking like a maniacal bundle of fur, he charged at Claudia.
Kat dropped to her knees and put her ear next to Andrew’s mouth to check for breathing-just in time to catch a faceful of ice water tossed by the efficient secretary.