That was never a good sign. Abby could see his reflection in the plate glass. He was staring out the large window of his twentieth-story office at a brooding Chicago sky, and the sky wasn't alone in its bad temper.Harrison's secretary, Joanna Dugan, had given Abby a sympathetic look as she'd waved her through the front office into Harrison's private suite. Word of her meeting with Ethan was obviously out, and Joanna knew Harrison well enough to know that Abby had little chance of surviving the inevitable confrontation unscathed."Have a seat, Abigail," he said without turning to face her.Abby grimaced and eased into the chair across from his desk. She'd known the man for ten years and only one thing put him in this mood. Three days had passed since Ethan's visit. Three days since he'd made that extraordinary announcement, then simply picked up the financial statements and walked out of her house. She'd had three days to worry about what she should do next; three days to listen to Rachel rhapsodize over Ethan Maddux; three days to feel her stomach twist into knots every time the phone rang; three long, horrible days to decide how she was going to break the news to Harrison Montgomery that she'd walked into the den of his enemy and begged for help.Evidently, someone had done the deed for her."I just got off the phone with your sister." Harrison's voice was as calm and smooth as a frozen pond."Oh?""Um.
