Page 23 of Missing Justice

Matt met her gaze and her blue eyes, so like her sisters, held a hardness. Challenge. “What’s that?”

“Taylor Sinclair.”

Whoopsie.A sting shot through his shoulders. Whatever this was, it wouldn’t be good. Not with the way Meg was looking at him. He cocked his head. “What about her?”

Meg slid her eyes to Charlie, who took the cue that her sister wanted her to amscray. She straightened up, tugging on her blouse sleeves. “I have calls to make. If I hear from the ME, I’ll update you.”

“Thank you,” Meg said.

While waiting for Charlie to clear the area, Matt kept his gaze on Meg, wondering WTF. Why the hell would she be bringing up Taylor? Yes, he’d let her know he’d seen Taylor at the senator’s and that he’d shared the dental records with her. Outside of that, there wasn’t a whole lot to discuss.

Unless…

“Taylor Sinclair,” Meg repeated. She set her sculpting tool on the worktable and faced him. “Make sure you know what you’re doing there.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning the FBI has big plans for her. If someone is going to take a fall, it won’t be her.”

Whoa.Matt pursued his lips, considered his options. Although Charlie had been the one to hire him, he and Meg had always had a good—a great—working relationship. The thing he appreciated about her was her honesty. Her no-holds-barred approach to all things. She didn’t have time for subtle, and preferred gut-wrenching, let’s-get-shit-done truth.

“Meg?”

“Yes?”

“What the hell are you talking about? And since when do we not talk straight with each other?”

The corner of her mouth lifted and she let out a huffing laugh. “Matt, I do adore you.” She leaned back on her worktable, stared down at her battered Crocs, the work shoe of choice. “A friend of mine was at the conference you attended.”

Bingo.

“That friend saw you and Taylor in the hallway outside the room you went into together.”

He ticked back to that hallway. His pressing her against the door. Nibbling her neck. Or was it her ear? Who the hell knew? All he knew was he’d clamped his hands over her ass, bringing her flush against him so she’d understand exactly how much he wanted her.

All in a public hallway.

Excellent.

For the first time in his adult life, Matt felt his cheeks fire. This was as bad as his mother busting him and Joelle Connors in the backseat of his car. He cleared his throat and blew out a breath. “I see.”

“It’s none of my business,” Meg said.

“Actually, it is. The senator is our client. At the time, Taylor wasn’t assigned to Felicity’s case.Thathappened the following morning.” He held up one hand. “God’s honest truth.”

“I believe you. I know your work ethic.”

“But?”

“Lust is a tricky thing, isn’t it? Makes us do things we wouldn’t normally do.”

“Like behaving unprofessionally in a hotel hallway?”

Meg held her hands wide. “You said it, not me. I don’t know what your relationship is with her.”

That made two of them. Meg stayed silent and Matt raised his eyebrows. If she expected him to comment, she’d be waiting awhile. Not because he wanted to protect his and Taylor’s privacy. Pretty much, that had been blown out of the water when they dry-humped each other in a hotel hallway. His resistance to elaborate was more about his own ignorance on where exactly his relationship with Taylor stood.

“My only intention here,” Meg continued, “is to make sure you have your head clear. The wife of a United States Senator is dead. More than likely, their baby also. We have a responsibility here, and the FBI does as well. Not to mention, the press will be all over this. Please, just be careful with Taylor. I hear she’s a pitbull.”