A gasp escaped Meg's lips. She put a hand to her mouth. What had brought her back here? She'd never know, but now she was glad she had. Why would Donal be talking to Harriet? “Oh?"
Harriet laughed, drawing Meg's attention to her. She couldn't figure out why Donal would be here. Because of her past experiences with men, she was sure it wasn't good. She stepped into the office. “What's going on?"
Donal's mouth moved, but no sound came out. Harriet cackled again. This could not be good.
“You going to tell her?" Harriet said.
She hadn't stopped laughing. Donal fidgeted in his seat. Guess he hadn't been expecting her. “Meg."
“Save it."
“Why are you so sure this is a bad thing?" he said.
He stood and took a step towards her, but he was catapulted back into the chair. It looked as if he'd
