CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
“She’s still waiting,” Abby said to Shad in his home office that night. “I don’t think she’s leaving until you come down.”
“I don’t wanna talk to Osana.” He scribbled his signature on business documents. “She can wait until Christmas for all I care.”
Osana walked in behind Abby. “I would.”
Shad exhaled, pushing up his reading glasses.
“I’ll leave you two alone.” Abby left.
“I’m not making love to you,” he said, more as reassurance to himself than to her. “If that’s what you want then—”
“Of course it’s what I want.” She glided her splendid curves toward the desk. “It’s what I want all the time but not why I’m here.”
“Hm.” He looked through another stack of papers. “Should I care why you’re here?”
“I’m sorry, Shad.” She laid her soft hand over his. “I didn’t mean
