Dangerous Temptation by Anne Mather

and consequently keep one hand on the reins even after his retirement.
    The only doubt he had had concerned the Wolfes' own operation, but Nathan had admitted—modestly, Matthew had felt—that his father's sawmill was having problems due to a slump in the market, and consequently there'd be no conflict of interest should Matthew choose to take him on.
    To trust him…
    Matthew felt the familiar flutter in his heart at the remembrance of how gullible he'd been. Dear God, after all those years of trusting no one but himself, he'd been pathetically easy to deceive.
    Well, initially anyway, he conceded, his lips twisting. But Nathan had not only
not
been as clever as Matthew thought him to be, he hadn't been as clever as he'd believed himself, and within months of his tenure, Matthew had been receiving reports that proved beyond doubt that Nathan's judgment was sadly flawed.
    His heart attack could not have come at a worse time. For weeks afterwards, he'd been forced to lie helpless while Nathan systematically took the company down. Only his lack of experience of a large organisation had worked against him, and his efforts to award tenders for contracts on the basis of favours granted had eventually been noticed in accounts.
    Nevertheless, the half-yearly figures had been appalling, and by the time Matthew dragged himself back into his office, the shareholders were lusting for his blood. They were threatening to hit him with a vote of no confidence in the company's management, and with competitors breathing down his neck, something drastic had to be done.
    But he hadn't fired Nathan. He'd known that by admitting his son-in-law's incompetence, he'd be indirectly blaming himself, and any hint of a lack of judgment on his part could trigger an instant collapse of Webster shares. Instead, without actually making any overt reference to his mismanagement, he had systematically stripped Nathan of all responsibility in the company. And, just as inevitably, Matthew had resumed his former position, against medical advice and at the risk of his own health.
    He didn't know what Caitlin had made of her husband's obvious change of status. She seemed content, and he had never allowed himself to entertain the thought that Nathan might have been a failure as a husband, too. He still refused to admit he could have been so totally wrong about the man, and in consequence he'd kept Nathan's mistakes to himself.
    Well, almost…
    That was when he'd asked Marshall to join the company. He'd been prepared to pay him anything if he'd come to work for him. He needed someone he could trust in a position of authority. Someone who could be his eyes and ears, without alerting the other members of his board—or Nathan—what was going on.
    Now, as he watched the younger man cross the thick carpet towards him, he was aware of his own mortality as never before. One day soon, he was going to have to make a decision about Marshall, and the knowledge filled him with defeat. He'd fought against it for so long, but fate was catching up with him. He couldn't go on running Webster's. Already, he had had intimations that his health was deteriorating more rapidly than even his doctors had expected, and despite his misgivings, he had to choose someone to be his successor. Obviously, it couldn't be Nathan. Whatever happened, he couldn't allow that. But Marshall… Marshall was still largely an unknown quantity. Despite their enforced intimacy, Matthew knew he was only here under duress.
    He sighed. If only the boy could understand. But he'd never forgotten that once Matthew had forbidden him the privilege of working for the company. Never forgiven him, either. And if Marshall's mother wasn't still alive—and vulnerable—the young man would never have agreed to his request.
    "Caitlin called," he said now, lounging into the chair across the desk from Matthew and regarding him with cool blue eyes. He hooked his heel across his knees. "I thought you'd like to