He'd heard that platitude many, many times in his life before. But never had it rang as true as it did now as he watched Abigail Donavan make yet another pass in front of the opened drapes of the hotel’s rain-splattered window. If he didn't find a way to calm his colleague, this was going to be a very long night. Every once in a while she would pause to finger the thick gold tassels that tied back the heavy patterned drapes as she stared quietly out the window. But mostly, her dainty feet that were now clad in ballet slippers just kept moving. "Abigail, please sit down," Colin requested tiredly as he watched her pause in front of the window once more to gaze out at the ominous grey clouds swirling on the horizon. "You're making me dizzy, and unfortunately, you can't stare those storm clouds into submission, no matter how hard you try." Although, he’d be willing to bet that if anyone could manage the feat, it would be her. One of the primary reasons that he enjoyed Abigail’s company so much was that she didn’t cower in the face of a problem. She faced it. It was a sight to behold, watching the petite woman face down advertising giants inside the boardroom. The more those foes discounted her, the more determined and ferocious she became. And he had to wonder what it would be like to brave her fire and tame the woman at the heart of her.
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