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. "Scarlett, go back to where you came from and leave us alone."
She smirked. "I just can't do that." Then she ran a finger along his cheek and he pulled sharply away. "I'll be in touch." She tilted her head to the side. "Or my lawyer will be." Then she turned and strutted away.
Taren's stomach turned as he watched her walk away, knowing he hadn't seen the last of her.
"Are you okay?" Erica asked behind him.