Gabriel's Redemption (Gabriel's Inferno #3)(129)

“Of course not,” Robert lied smoothly. “It’s business, not personal.”

“Don’t give me that Godfather bullshit. I’ve seen the movie.”

Robert’s eyes moved to the space behind her, and he nodded. “Alex here will walk you out. If you want, I can make a phone call to Harrisburg and see about getting you a position with one of the state senators.”

“Go f**k yourself.” She stood to her feet. “You can tell the senator and his son to do the same thing. They want to be rid of me, fine. But this isn’t over. I’m sure Andrew Sampson at the Post would be interested in hearing what I have to say about the way the Talbots do business.”

Robert lifted his hand. “Now don’t get carried away. As I said, I can get you a job in Harrisburg.”

“I don’t want to be in f**king Harrisburg, Robert. I’d like to know why I’m getting screwed. I did my job and I did it well. You know that.”

Robert’s eyes flickered to Alex. “Give me a minute.”

Alex withdrew, closing the door behind him.

“Listen, Natalie. You don’t want to make threats that you aren’t prepared to carry out.”

“But—I am prepared to carry them out.”

“That wouldn’t be prudent.”

“To hell with prudence.”

Robert shifted in his seat. “Of course, the campaign will provide you with a generous severance package. The details will be sent to your apartment.”

“Hush money?”

“Severance for being terminated due to financial exigency.”

“Whatever.” She picked up her purse and headed to the door. “Tell Simon he has twenty-four hours to call me. If I don’t hear from him, he’s going to be sorry.”

And with that, she opened the door and stomped into the hall.

It had been more than two weeks, and Simon hadn’t called. The damning evidence she’d sent to The Washington Post had been delivered. Fed Ex gave her confirmation of the fact. But she hadn’t heard from Andrew Sampson or anyone else. Perhaps he’d decided not to run the story. Perhaps it was too tawdry.

The day after her trip to Fed Ex, her apartment had been trashed. It didn’t take a great deal of intelligence to figure out that the thief had been someone from the senator’s campaign. They’d taken her laptop, her digital camera, her files, and her flash drives. She no longer had anything that she could use to blackmail Simon or anyone else.

She’d received the hush money—twenty-five thousand dollars. It was enough, she thought, to help her start a new life in California. It wouldn’t hurt for her to move away and start anew, using Senator Talbot’s money. She could plot her revenge on the Talbots from Sacramento.

She didn’t have any evidence for her allegations, so it was unlikely that any respectable journalist would take her seriously. But she could bide her time and sell her story to a tabloid as an October surprise. That should do it.

She smiled to herself, as she began packing her worldly goods.

Chapter Sixty-eight

December 28, 2011

Selinsgrove, Pennsylvania

Julia and Gabriel were standing in the en-suite of their bathroom in Richard’s house, eyeing two different pregnancy tests that were sitting on the vanity. Both tests displayed the same result.

“Julianne?” Gabriel’s voice was a heartbreaking whisper.

She wasn’t looking at him; she was staring at the tests. She stood still, like a deer trying to evade a predator.

“This is my fault.” He lifted a hand to touch her but then thought better of it.

She turned her head, as if she were suddenly aware of his presence.

“How is it your fault?”

He paused, struggling for words.

“I didn’t protect you. I knew how anxious you were about getting pregnant. I should have worn a condom. I should have asked you about your pills.” His voice dropped. “I failed you.”

Julia closed her eyes and drew a very deep breath. “Gabriel, you didn’t fail me. I’m the idiot who forgot her pills.” A tear slid from the corner of her eye and down her face.

He caught it with his fingers.

“That’s enough. You aren’t an idiot. You were in a hurry because you were trying to get to me. As usual, you were worrying about someone other than yourself.”

More tears traced the planes of her pretty face, and her shoulders began to shake.

“It’s too late.”

He moved into her and her fingers gripped his shirt, clutching him as if she were drowning.

Chapter Sixty-nine

That night the Emersons had difficulty sleeping. Julia was plagued by fear and guilt—fear about what would happen to her academic aspirations and guilt at placing such a high priority on them. Gabriel was conflicted. On the one hand, he was ecstatic that they were expecting a child. But Julianne’s concern and evident distress prevented him from displaying his true feelings. He, too, was mired in guilt for not having protected her.

Of course, neither one of them expected that the vasectomy reversal would be successful so soon, if at all.

While everyone else in Richard’s household spent the day in leisurely community, Julia stayed in bed. She was exhausted. Certainly, she wasn’t prepared to face Rachel and Aaron, even though she and Gabriel had agreed that they would wait until the three-month mark to announce their pregnancy.