He kissed her cheek while he talked about the flight and the atrocious tea he'd had to drink. It reminded her she was ravenous. "You promised me breakfast." He laughed. "So I did, let's go." As they sat chatting over croissants and steaming black coffee, Abby found she could barely focus on what he was saying to her. She was looking beyond him, remembering her encounter with Zac the night before. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, trying to concentrate on what Ed was telling her about the problems with the Pascal account. "It's a complete mess. There's so much paperwork that Tom hadn't been given access to in the early days. We only discovered it yesterday." He looked at her sheepishly. "We're going to have to be in Geneva for at least a couple of days a week." She nodded, wishing he didn't feel as if he had to explain to her. They were good friends, not lovers. Not any more. "Have you organized a schedule yet?" "Yes, we plan to divide the time equally if at all possible. A few days in London, then back out, probably Thursday." She nodded.
