Page 1 of A Legal Affair

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Daniela Roarke knew she was in trouble the minute she stepped through the doors of Roarke Investigations and saw her older brother’s smiling face.

Kenneth Roarke never smiled before noon.

Not on a Monday morning, and definitely not on the first of the month, when the rent was due and utility bills had to be paid.

So the smile softening his features that morning was disconcerting, to say the least.

Daniela eyed him warily as she entered the single-story brick building that housed the private detective agency she owned with her brothers.

A pair of ancient ceiling fans whirred noisily overhead, circulating humid air that promised to become unbearable as the temperature outside soared, climbing toward another record-breaking June day in San Antonio, Texas. Even the potted ferns arranged around the sparsely furnished reception area had wilted in anticipation of the coming heat wave.

“Mornin’, sis,” Kenneth greeted her cheerfully. “How was traffic? Not too bad, I hope?”

“No, not at—” Daniela’s gaze narrowed on her brother’s ruggedly handsome face. “Wait a minute. What’s going on here?”

Before Kenneth could respond, the door behind him opened. Daniela’s eyes widened in surprise as a tall, gray-haired man in an expensive dark suit emerged from Kenneth’s office, followed by Noah Roarke.

“I really must be going,” the visitor said to Kenneth in a deep bass that rang with authority. “I’m expected at a charity auction this morning, and if I’m even thirty seconds late, Tessa will have my head on a spit.”

Kenneth chuckled humorously. “I understand. My wife’s the same way. Before you go, I’d like to introduce you to our sister, Daniela. El, this is?—”

“I know who he is,” Daniela said, palm outstretched as she stepped forward. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mayor Philbin.”

“The pleasure’s all mine, Miss Roarke.” Former mayor Hoyt Philbin clasped Daniela’s hand and offered the relaxed, congenial smile that had served him well during twenty-five years in public office. “I regret that I can’t stay longer to visit with you. Your brothers have been singing your praises all morning.”

“Oh, is that right?” Daniela divided a suspicious look between her two older siblings. Both smiled gamely at her.

Something wasdefinitelyup.

“Indeed, they have.” Philbin’s shrewd blue eyes roamed across Daniela’s face, lingering on her long-lashed dark eyes, full lips slicked with gloss and curly twist-outs that fell to her shoulders.

Philbin gave an imperceptible nod, leaving Daniela with the distinct impression that her appearance passed muster.

Carefully she withdrew her hand from his firm grasp. “What brings you to our neck of the woods, Mr. Philbin?”

Again he flashed that trademark smile. “I’ll let your brothers fill you in on the reason for my visit.” A silent look passed between the three men as Philbin moved toward the double glass doors. “Thanks for your time, gentlemen. I’ll be in touch.”

Daniela rounded on her brothers as soon as they were alone. “Will someone please tell me what’s going on?”

Kenneth gestured toward his office. “We can talk in there.” Over his shoulder he said to his brother, “Noah, why don’t you bring Daniela a cup of coffee—with cream and two sugars?”

Daniela stared at her eldest brother as if he’d suddenly grown two heads. Since when did Kenneth Roarke remember the way she took her coffee? He had a hard enough time remembering her birthday, let alone her drink preferences.

He ushered her into his large office and gallantly pulled out one of the visitor chairs opposite his desk.

Daniela sat, still eyeing him as if she’d never seen him before. Chestnut-brown skin, dark eyes, chiseled features, dimpled chin. He certainlylookedlike her big brother. Now he just needed to act like him to convince her he wasn’t an imposter.

Kenneth perched his hip on a corner of the cluttered desk and folded his arms across his broad chest. “How’s Mom doing? How’d her appointment go this morning?”

“It went okay. Her blood pressure’s still a little too high. Dr. Molina asked me to keep an eye on her, make sure she sticks to the low-carb diet he prescribed. He may as well have asked me to build a flying saucer equipped with Wi-Fi,” she grumbled, thinking of her mother’s stubborn refusal to give up the high-cholesterol, albeit scrumptious, foods she’d always prepared for her family.

Daniela pushed out a deep breath that stirred a lock of hair above her right eye. “Other than that, he says she’s doing pretty well for someone who suffered a stroke eight months ago.”

“Mom’s a survivor,” Kenneth said, and the two siblings shared a moment of quiet reflection that was interrupted by their brother’s return.

“Thanks, Noah,” Daniela murmured, accepting a steaming cup of coffee and taking a careful sip. The brew was a little weak, and nowhere near as good as hers. But then, she’d had plenty of practice. Three years of making coffee for their clients had rendered her something of an expert, though she’d prefer to outsource the task to a Keurig. But that was another story for another day.