Melinda's blood turned to ice as she stared at Marcus, standing there in the doorway with that knowing smile that never touched his eyes."I… I was just calling to check on my mother," she said quickly, the lie stumbling out before she could stop it.Marcus stepped further into the room, unhurried, like a man who already knew he'd won. "Funny," he said, "the house line doesn't usually call the hospital's back office. Elena works nights on that floor, doesn't she?"Melinda's stomach dropped. He knew, maybe he'd known for a while."I don't know what you're talking about," she said, but her voice betrayed her, thin and shaking.Marcus tilted his head, studying her the way Stanley did, like she was a puzzle he'd already half solved. "Mrs. Stewart, I like you, I really do. You've been good for the boss, better than he deserves, if you ask me. But I answer to him, not to you, and if I don't report this, it comes back on me.""Please," Melinda whispered, her hands pressed flat against her st
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