Then her expression softened. "How is she- Abby?"

"She's good." Taren took her arm and led her toward the open bay door. "But do us all a favor and leave her alone."

"But I'd like to see her!" she wailed, teetering on her high heels. Taren held her arm, preventing her from falling, although he really would have liked to see her fall on her butt.

"The window for you to see her closed a long time ago." Making sure she was steady on her feet, he let her arm go. ...