"He isn't a man who changes his mind. I'm working with it, Morris. The shop is doing fabulously, but Mikhail isn't the kind of man you push past a certain point."
"I have confidence in you. Leigh? I hear water and you seem out of breath."
"Washing up, just after exercising. I want to look good when wearing Bella fashions. Have to go."
Her toe had still been stuck, and she had furiously massaged the bar soap around it when Ryan called at seven-thirty. "I hate this place," he had said flatly. "It stinks and there's a whole load of lumber and scrap they want me to unload, and cleaning shelves and taking inventory—by noon, Leigh. The Stepanovs are slave drivers, and Big Dude told me not to bother you. Hey, don't hang up—"
