Carla Candellano Wyatt knew it the minute she walked into her husband’s office. Jackson shot her a look that practically screamed “guilt.” And her brother Nick actually winced when he looked at her. Jackson’s secretary had been out to lunch when Carla arrived, so naturally she’d just knocked on the door and opened it. After all, when you were showing up to surprise your brand-new husband with a lunch-time seduction, the whole point was surprise, right? Only problem was, she was the surprised one. Her brother and husband had shut up the moment she opened the door, but the “kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar” expression they were both wearing was a pretty good indication that something important was going on. Something neither one of them was telling her.“Okay,” she said, shutting the door behind her, “what’s up?” “Huh? What do you mean?” Nick said, and, too late, tried to adopt a nonchalant air. He shoved his hands into the back pockets of his jeans and unconsciously shifted his feet into a wide-apart stance, as if expecting a fight.
