off backing up with hard copy in retail. I told Margo to do this months ago, but she's more interested in selling trinkets."
"God knows how you can expect to keep a retail business running by selling things!"
She drew in a breath, refusing to hear how foolish she sounded. "My point is you can hardly keep any business successful if you don't concern yourself with the details. She's been logging shoes under wardrobe instead of accessories."
"She needs to be punished." He grabbed Kate's shoulders. "Let me do it."
Chuckling, she shoved him back. "Go away. I don't have time to laugh right now."
"I didn't come by for laughs. I need to talk to you." He pointed to a chair. "So sit."
"Can't this wait? I have to be back in the showroom in an hour. I want to get the files in shape first."
"Sit," he repeated and gave her a brotherly nudge. "I just had a meeting at Bittle."
The impatience drained out of her eyes, leaving them cold and blank. "Excuse me?"
"Don't take that tone with me, Kate. It's past time this was dealt with."
She continued to take that tone, quiet and icy, as fear clawed at her insides. "And you decided you were the one to deal with it?"
"That's right. As your attorney - "
"You're not my attorney," she shot back.
"Who went to court to get you out of that speeding ticket three years ago?"
"You, but - "
"And who looked over your lease for your apartment before you signed it?"
"Yes, but - "
"Who wrote your will?"
Her face turned mutinous. "I don't see that that has anything to do with it."
"I see." Idly, he studied his manicure. "Just because I've handled all the pesky little legal details of your life doesn't make me your lawyer."
"It doesn't give you the right to go behind my back and talk to Bittle. Particularly since I asked you to leave it alone."
"Fine, it doesn't. Being your brother does."
Bringing up family loyalty was, in Kate's opinion, hitting below the belt. She sprang to her feet. "I'm not the inadequate, incapable little sister, and I won't be treated like one. I'm handling this."
"How?" Primed to fight, he got to his feet as well. "By color-coding the files in here?"
"Yes." Since he was shouting now, Kate matched her voice to his. "By making the best of the situation. By getting on with my life. By not whining and crying."
"By backing down and doing nothing." He poked his finger against her shoulder. "By going into denial. Well, it's gone on long enough. Bittle and company know that they're facing legal action."
"Legal action?" The blood drained out of her face. She could feel every drop flow. "You told them I was going to sue? Oh, my God." Dizzy, she leaned on the desk.
"Hey!" He grabbed her in alarm. "Sit down. Catch your breath."
"Leave me alone. Leave me the hell alone. What have you done?"
"What needed to be done. Now come on, honey, sit down."
"Jesus Christ." She exploded, and rather than a poke on his shoulder, she landed a punch on it. "How dare you?" Her color was back, flaming. "How dare you threaten legal action?"
"I didn't tell them you were going to sue. I merely left them chewing over that impression."
"I told you to leave it. This is my business. Mine." She threw up her arms, spun around. "What gave you this brainstorm, Joshua? I'm going to kill Margo."
"Margo didn't have anything to do with it, though if you would open your beady eyes for five minutes, you'd see how worried she is about you. How worried everyone is."
Because he might poke her again, he decided his hands were safer in his pockets. "I shouldn't have let it go this long, but I've had things on my mind. If By hadn't dropped by and given me a push, it would have taken me longer, but I'd have gotten to it."
"Stop." Breathing hard, she held up a hand. "Playback. Byron De Witt talked to you about me?"
Realizing his misstep, Josh tried a quick retreat. "Your name came up in conversation, that's all. And it started me - "
"My name came up." Now she was breathing between clenched teeth - teeth that matched the fists ready at her sides. Anger was better, she realized, than panic. "Oh, I just bet it did. That son of a bitch. I should have known he couldn't keep his mouth shut."
"About what?"
"Don't try to cover up. And get out of my way." Her shove was fierce enough and