Pacing was the only thing Grayson did after listening to Olivia’s absurd plan. She was a lawyer, for God’s sake. If he got caught, she knew the exact charges and how long they would be behind bars. Correction, he would be behind bars because he would have chosen death before telling on his wife.
“You have to get to South Carolina before he gets there.” Olivia leaned over her desk.
“No, we abort now. We’ll think of something else. Look at my state.” Grayson wiped his forehead and pointed at his cuts and bruises.
“You have to remember, you’re not doing this for yourself, but for our family.”
Grayson’s chin turned side to side, then rested on his knuckles. He searched for the exit to Olivia’s office, which said nothing about her personality. The abstract paintings hang
