He was saved from pondering that uncomfortable thought when the elevator bell dinged. They’d reached their destination.
Glenna surprised him by pressing the button to keep the doors closed. “Your board of directors may buy your bull, but I’m not fooled by your smooth talk.”
She was right. Whatever he was doing with her, it had no place in the office.
But they were in the elevator. Alone.
He was not one to let an opportunity pass by.
He stepped closer, inhaling the scent of her. Almonds… Unexpected. Sensual. “What if I’m serious?”
Her eyes widened before she touched his elbow. “Then I am so very sorry you were hurt.” Her throat moved with a swallow. Then her elegant nose scrunched and she pointed a slim finger at him. “But I’m not buying that line about all women falling short. Now stop playing me and let’s speak to my mother.”
Glenna let the elevator open, then charged ahead of him around a corner to an empty receptionist’s desk. “I’m not sure where Sage is—”
Glenna’s young cousin Sage Hammond rounded the corner just then, smoothing her simple turtleneck sweater dress as she took her place at her chair. “I’ve been away from my desk. I was meeting with your assistant in the tech department. I’m sorry to have left things unattended. Your mother was busy with a call when I left.” She tapped the phone console, strands of her whispy blond hair falling across her shoulders. “But the light’s off now so she must be finished, if you wish to go inside.”
Broderick nodded. “Thank you, Miss Hammond.”
Glenna muttered, “Eyes off my cousin,” as she reached for the door handle of the next office.
Jealous? Interesting. “I don’t pluck wings off butterflies.”
Glenna’s sky-blue eyes shifted with something he couldn’t name, just briefly, then she turned away and walked into her mother’s office.
The interior held more of that Mikkelson charm. Antiques and splashes of light green filled the room, as if to bring life inside. Two walls of windows let sunlight stream into the corner office, and more rays poured through a skylight. Outside, the streets teemed with people, cars and even an ambling moose.
But the office itself was empty.
“Mom? I’m here with Broderick Steele. There’s been a misunderstanding, a rumor we need to clear up.” Glenna looked around. “I know she’s here. There’s her leather portfolio bag and her coat, even her cashmere scarf. She must be getting coffee.”
Or in the powder room? Glenna’s gaze flicked to the private bathroom.
Muffled sounds came from within, like a shower maybe, soft and indistinctive. Steam seeped from under the door as if the water had been running a long time. A moan filtered through. From an enjoyable shower? Or was that a sound of pain? He wasn’t sure.
Broderick backed into the sitting area, away from the line of sight of the bathroom. “I’ll step out so you can check on her. If you need any help, just say the word.”
“Thanks, I appreciate that. Mom?” Concern laced Glenna’s voice. “Mom, are you okay?”
There was no answer.
Glenna looked at Broderick. “I hate to just burst in, but if she’s ill… If it’s an emergency…”
“Your call. Do you want me to leave?” Maybe health issues might explain the strange business behavior.
“How about you stay back, but nearby in case I need to send you for Sage.” Glenna tapped lightly on the door. “Mother, it’s me. Are you all right?”
He studied the top of his boots, keeping his eyes averted.
“Mother, I’m worried. I don’t want to embarrass you, but I need to know you’re okay. I’m coming in.”
When the doorknob rattled, Broderick glanced up and saw Glenna shaking her head. His concern ratcheted a notch higher.
“It’s locked.” She knocked harder on the door. “Mom, you’re scaring me. Open up. Please.” She reached into her pocket. “I’m going to use my master key to come in.” She opened the door—and squeaked.
She clapped a hand over her mouth, launching Broderick into motion. He rushed forward and rested a palm on her back, ready to help with whatever crisis might be unfolding.
Glenna pressed a steadying hand on the bathroom door frame. “Mom?”
Broderick stopped short. Blinked. Blinked again. And holy crap, he still couldn’t believe his eyes.
Glenna might have been surprised, but Broderick was stunned numb. He even braced his booted feet because his world had done a somersault.
Jeannie Mikkelson stood wrapped in a towel in the steam-filled, white-tiled bathroom, and she wasn’t alone.