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the minimal amount of high drama, his brother Desmond had stuck him with Agnes. The woman surely ran on steroids, never slept, did five times the work of all the other Mershan secretaries…andtried to be his conscience. Thus the snort. She knew where he was going. And why.
    “Save the commentary, Agnes. I presume there’s a purpose to your call—or did you get lonely for my voice?”
    “Commentary? Me? Just because I think you’re up to no good? You and your brothers have schemed for years, haven’t you? Plans on paper. Seeing them to fruition in the real world will be another matter. I shan’t wonder these Montgomerie women might teach you Mershan men a trick or two.” She added, “Never underestimate a woman. Any man who does is a fool. Never thought you three were fools, but maybe I was wrong.”
    “Agnes.” Trev rolled his eyes. “Unless you have something specific to say, I’m ringing off. You can harangue me to your little heart’s content when I get back to the office.”
    “Very well, Mister Mershan.” She only took that tone when she was ticked with him. “You forgot to sign the bank drafts for the current stock buyouts. I was supposed to make the transfer first thing in the morning. I guess you were in too big a hurry to go hunt down that poor Montgomerie girl and ruin her life.”
    “Agnes…you’re fired,” he said in a tone that would win Donald Trump’s admiration. But it was an empty threat. He’d never admit it to Desmond or Agnes, but she was worth her weight in diamonds. He couldn’t function without her.
    The woman chuckled. “Silly boy, you can’t fire me. Only Desmond can do that—as we both know.”
    “Agnes, I’m thirty-seven years old. You can’t call me a boy.”
    “When you’re as old as I am you can,” she countered.
    Trev chuckled. Agnes was like the grandmother he’d never had, and she had no scruples against trying to reform her black sheep of a grandson. She had no chance, however. Tonight he wanted Raven Montgomerie. Nothing and no one would stop him from having her.
    “Agnes, if you weren’t such a sourpuss I’d tell you to put your dancing shoes on and get your bum down here to enjoy the beautiful wonderland Raven Montgomerie has created. Who knows, you might find some lonely millionaire who needs someone to boss him about,” he teased.
    “Don’t try that sweet charm on me, laddie boy. You’re up to no good, going to break that poor girl’s heart. Shame on you,” his secretary chided.
    Trev laughed. “Yeah, shame on me, Agnes. Were the bank drafts the only reason for ringing? I can sign them in the morning—but then you already knew that, and you’re itching to give me a piece of your mind about tonight.”
    She sniffed. “Think what you like, dear boy. I’ve given up hope you will see the error of your ways and redeem yourself through a good woman. Actually, there was a different message I was going to pass on. Dr. Hackenbush—”
    “Hacksell,” Trev corrected, knowing she got the name wrong deliberately.
    “Whatever. He said you missed your appointment. Did you want to reschedule? He said you might consider nasal steroids as an alternative, though they would take time to build up. Considering you’re a pantywaist where needles are concerned, I’m assuming you need a shot for something.”
    Trev sighed, allowing the scissor door of his car to open. “Call first thing in the morn and set up another appointment for eleven a.m. Now…good night, Agnes.” He cut her off before she could start in again.
    Two young men came rushing over, drooling over the car: Raven’s younger brothers, Skylar and Phelan. They grinned eagerly as he pushed out of the driver’s seat, but it didn’t take a rocket scientist to know they weren’t thrilled to see him ; rather the Lamborghini had their full attention.
    “Wow, what wheels!” one of the twins said.
    “Crazy doors,” the second chimed in. “We told our sister that we were coming out to pretend