Barbara McMahon – The Pregnancy Promise (страница 8)
Monday morning Lianne arrived at work confident she could handle anything Tray threw her way. She turned on her computer. Jenny came to the doorway.
“Lianne, something’s wrong with Tray,” she said, looking half frightened.
“What do you mean?” She couldn’t imagine anything going wrong for the man.
“I took him the printout he’d requested at the end of work on Friday. Instead of telling me he expected it days ago, he didn’t open the door to his office but told me to go away. He’s never told me to go away.”
“Where’s Emily?” Lianne asked of Tray’s secretary.
“She wasn’t at her desk.”
Lianne rose. She’d never heard of such a thing. “Give me the printout, I’ll see he gets it,” she said. In only seconds she was outside Tray’s office. Sure enough Emily was not at her desk. What was going on?
She knocked. “Tray, I have the Sanderson’s printout.”
“Go away,” he replied.
She blinked. Opening the door, she stuck her head in, peering around to see him standing by the window, one arm raised and leaning against the casing.
He heard her and turned, glaring at her.
“I don’t want to be disturbed.”
Instead Lianne stepped inside and closed the door. She crossed to the desk and laid the printout on the messy surface. “There’s definitely something wrong. What it is?”
He frowned at her for a long moment, then the look turned to one of pain. Lianne’s eyes widened slightly. She’d never seen Tray like this.
“My uncle died unexpectedly this morning. I just learned of it.” He turned and faced out the window. “We spoke on the phone just a few days ago. Nothing was wrong. At least nothing he told me. God, the man was only fifty-nine. Too young to die.”
CHAPTER THREE
“I’M SO sorry,” she said, not knowing what to do. The words sounded so inadequate. She was stunned. She never expected anything to throw Traynor Elliott a curve. “You two were close?”
“He raised me.”
“Oh.” The image of her father rose. She’d be devastated if anything happened to him. Instinctively she went to Tray and leaned against his arm. She couldn’t put hers around him; they weren’t that close. But she could stand beside him and let him know she was there.
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