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тАЬItтАЩs . . .тАЭ Cassie hesitated, glanced at Noah Armstrong, then sighed and
met JennaтАЩs gaze squarely. тАЬItтАЩs your father, Jenna. IтАЩve discovered something
about him. Something you deserve to know, because itтАЩs going to wreck all our
lives for the next year or so.тАЭ
Jenna managed not to spray wine all over the snowy linen, but only because
she snorted thirty-dollar-a-glass wine into her sinuses, instead. She blinked
hard, eyes watering, wineglass frozen at her lips. When sheтАЩd regained
control, Jenna carefully lowered the glass to the table and stared at her
aunt, mind spinning as she tried to reassess the entire purpose for this
clandestine meeting. She couldnтАЩt even think of a rejoinder that would make
sense.
тАЬDrink that wine,тАЭ her aunt said brusquely. тАЬYouтАЩre going to need it.тАЭ
Jenna swallowed hard, just once. Then knocked the wine back, abruptly
wishing this meeting had been about her highly secret down-time trip with
Carl, a trip theyтАЩd been planning for more than a year, to Victorian London,
where she and her roommate planned to film the East End terror instilled by
Jack the Ripper. TheyтАЩd bought the tickets fourteen months previously under
assumed names, using extremely well-made false identifications she and Carl
had managed to buy from an underworld dealer in new identities. New York
teemed with such dealers, with new identifications available for the price of
a few hits of cocaine; but theyтАЩd paid top dollar, getting the best in the
business, because Jenna Nicole CaddrickтАЩs new identity had to be foolproof.
Had to be, if she hoped to keep the down-time trip secret from her father. And
what her father would do if he found out . . .
Jenna had as many reasons to fear her world-famous father as she had to
adore her equally famous aunt. Whatever Cassie was about to lay on her, it
promised to be far worse than having her father discover she was going time-
touring in the face of the elder CaddrickтАЩs ultimatums about never setting
foot through any time terminal gate, ever. Voice tight despite her relief at
the reprieve, Jenna asked, тАЬDad, huh? WhatтАЩs the son-of-a-bitch done now?
Outlaw fun? HeтАЩs outlawed everything else.тАЭ
Noah Armstrong glanced sharply into JennaтАЩs eyes. тАЬNo. This isnтАЩt about his
career as a legislator. Not . . . precisely.тАЭ
Jenna glanced into his-her?-eyes and scowled. тАЬWho the hell are you,
Armstrong? Where do you fit into anything?тАЭ
 ArmstrongтАЩs lips thinned slightly, but no reply was forthcoming. Not to her,
at any rate. The look Armstrong shot JennaтАЩs aunt spoke volumes, a dismissive,
superior look that relegated Jenna to the realm of infant toddlers who
couldnтАЩt think for themselves or be trusted not to piddle on the Persian
carpets.
JennaтАЩs aunt said tiredly, тАЬNoahтАЩs a detective, hon. I went to the Wardmann
Wolfe agency a few months ago, asked for their best. They assigned Noah to the
case. And . . . NoahтАЩs a member of the Temple. ThatтАЩs important. More
important than you can begin to guess.тАЭ
Jenna narrowed her eyes at the enigmatic detective across the table.
Wardmann Wolfe, huh? Aunt Cassie certainly didnтАЩt do things by halves. She
never had, come to that. Whatever her father had done, it was clearly more
serious than the occasional sex scandals which, decades ago, had rocked the
careers of other legislators possessing her fatherтАЩs stature. A chill ran
through her, wondering just what Daddy Dearest was involved in.