Carlton snapped. “I’ve got a desk piled high with work.” He walked ahead of her into his office. Contrary to his claim, the expensive walnut desk appeared very neat She glanced at the modest stack of files but did not comment. “I hired a private investigator to look into Lyrissa Rideau’s background.” “You’re obsessed with this woman,” Carlton said with a slight smile of amused contempt. “Overkill, if you ask me. All because Noel has the hots for her.” Julie ignored the dig. “Here’s his report” Carlton sat down without looking at the folder in her hand. “Parents died when she was young, raised by grandmother and great-aunt did well in school, the usual.” Julie sat down in the leather chair facing his desk. “Why should I be interested?” Carlton threw her an impatient glance, and then went back to the file. “Because the board listened to her advice about the collection, and Lord knows what else.” His head snapped up. “What does that mean?” “Miss Georgina doesn’t like it, but she has to rely on Lyrissa’s input.
