‘Everything,’ he said, squeezing her hand reassuringly. ‘That would take too long. I’ll give you the sordid abridged version.’ She took a deep breath. ‘Here goes. Greg Travers, you know him, charming, ruthless.’ Immediately, she felt Kabe tense against her. ‘He worked as a consultant for Eagle Ray Resorts and he sexually harassed me.’ Try as he might, he couldn’t stop a fierce growl deep in his chest. ‘Kabe?’ Belle asked, her voice tentative. ‘Please, go on,’ he urged gently. ‘Okay. He wanted to date, and I flatly refused. I made a formal complaint to management, and they did nothing. He tried all kinds of ways to break me with his snide remarks. “You look tired, why is your hair dull, didn’t you sleep well? Perhaps you’re working too hard. I can take on more of the workload. Must you wear that at the office?” What the … !’ Belle grimaced; she fisted her hands, shaking them. Kabe eased them open and brought them up to rest on his chest. Though she gritted her teeth, he watched her swallow several times.
