Chapter 14

• She could read the frustration on his face, plain as day. He took a step forward, and then another until he was directly in front of her desk. Eyes locked on her, he uncrossed his arms and lowered his hands, pressing his palms into the smooth solid wood.
• “You and I are going to talk. Tonight.” With that pronouncement, he stood and straightened the flawlessly cut jacket of his suit. “You will be home no later than six-thirty. I will take care of dinner.” His eyes met hers once more, and the resolve in them would have brought her to her knees if she hadn’t already been sitting. “I suggest you take some time over the next few hours to think about what you want. From our business as well as our marriage. I’ll see you at home.”
• Without another word, he turned and left her office. The sound of the door clicking shut behind him might as well have been a gunshot. Olivia jumped at the noise, nearly knocking over the half-empty can of soda sitting next to her docking station.