"Wait! Abbey, don't go."
"Tarken, I'm busy. I'm helping Lucy with a big case she's working on."
Tarken paused on the other end of the line and she could almost hear his brain contemplating that piece of information. He'd be thinking that she wasn't so dependent on him after all, that her life was already moving ahead. Abbey smiled at the huge dent that realization would make in his ego.
"Who was that guy you were with last night?" he asked.
Abbey felt her heart thump as she thought about how Damien had defended her honor despite his inappropriate dress. Another thing that didn't fit the profile locked away in Lucy's filing cabinet. The Damien Vane she'd read about was a duplicitous two-timer, not a defender of women.
"None of your business," she snapped into the phone.
"He reminds me of somebody..."
"Well, that's nice to know. Good bye."
"Wait! One more thing."
"Yes?"
"That report by Driscoll—what would it be filed under?"
Abbey slammed down the phone.
