Abby Fitzgerald GRAY CLOSED HIS LAPTOP. “That’s everything I wanted to review.” It was good he’d stayed in Boston. After the past three days, his temper had cooled—a little. Problems with the Lexington strip mall had kept his mind off Abby—for a while. He might have been able to handle the Boston problems from Savannah, but the fewer phone calls the better. His subcontractors needed to know he still ran his business. Abby. What was she doing? His chest ached. Did she wonder where he was? If he was coming back? Nothing could stop him from returning. She would just have to deal. Phillips, his senior project manager, set his heels on Gray’s desk. “I’ve been saving some news.” Gray took a sip of his coffee and almost spit it back out. Damn, Abby’s coffee had ruined him for all others. “What news?” Phillips grinned. “It’s a rumor.”
