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Linn hadn’t asked for more than her location, but he had requested the private investigator to include Tonya’s romantic status. The man had been thorough. He had gone the extra mile and informed Grayson of all her activity over the last seven years. Tonya hadn’t dated for four years and then had a total of two sexual alliances over the last three. When he found her, she did not have a current lover.
    Grayson shook himself of thoughts of bedding Tonya himself and the kiss they shared on the plane and focused on his friend. “What do you plan to do about Abby? You two haven’t had much time together, and as much as I wish Lukas was mine, he’s not. He should be with the two of you more.”
    Guilt registered on Roman’s face. He ran a hand through his dirty blond hair and left it in disarray. “I know. We had another argument this morning about all her damn meetings. She had one at six-thirty, if you can believe it.”
    “A.m.?”
    “Yeah.”
    Grayson hesitated. He wondered if there was more to this situation.
    “Before you say anything, she’s not cheating.”
    Grayson frowned. “How do you know that?”
    “I know because I wouldn’t give in. I insisted she have a conference call at home. Worse two hours of my life. Remind me not to fuck up what I have here and get into women’s fashion.”
    “Boring?”
    “Like watching the grass grow.”
    Grayson burst out laughing. “I don’t think she’ll be headhunting you any time soon, bud.”
    “Thanks,” Roman said without humor.
    “Listen, if it will help, I’d be glad to let you work from home more often.”
    “I work there two days a week. It means nothing if she’s not there. Like I said, sitting in on her meeting just to make my point turned out to be torture for the both of us, and since Lukas is too young to keep quiet, we couldn’t have him in the room. I had to keep checking on him. Let me tell you, Abby was not happy. By the time I needed to leave to come here, I worried about her shooting me between the eyes.”
    “Ouch, that bad?”
    “Worse.”
    Grayson felt sorry for the guy, but he also knew Roman was committed to his marriage. He and Abby might have hit a roadblock, but they would figure it out. He imagined communication was key, and both of them tended to say the wrong thing to each other. He knew how that could be.
    “Hey.” Roman cut in on his thoughts. “Does Tonya know about the abortion?”
    The sudden switch in conversation threw him, along with the weight of the question. Yet, the fact that Roman asked made him question again if his friend was quite over her. “No, I don’t think she does, and I’d like to keep it that way. I’ll keep her out of your hair while she’s here.”
    “You’ve had your own issues, man. You don’t need to protect me.”
    “Don’t worry about it.”
    They chatted a little longer, and then Grayson let Roman get back to work. He shuffled the papers in front of him and picked up his pen to make notes. When he found his mind wandering, he turned instead to the computer. That didn’t hold his interest either. Over and over his thoughts drifted to Tonya. When he dropped her off at the hotel, he’d wanted to join her and not leave until the two of them were sated. He hated her. He told himself that, and he felt it, especially when he recalled the past, but tell that to his body, which insisted on lusting after her.
    He stood up and walked over to the window. Leaning against the glass, he surveyed the quad in the middle of the building he had specially designed a couple years ago as their new headquarters. Mostly tinted glass, the building and its layout with attention to employee comfort created greater production and higher morale. Not to mention the grounds, which included lots of trees and grass and flowers. He loved how his people thought nothing of carrying laptops out to the benches or even spread blankets on the grass to conduct their meetings in the open air. He had never stopped them from