Then he grimaced and made a pained sound and nearly dropped her.
"Darling! What is it? Your shoulder?"
He nodded, closed his eyes to fight off the pain.
"Oh, you poor thing. When we go we've got to get that fixed for you, first thing. I don't care what it costs."
He shook his head. "It's very expensive," he said.
"I don't care. Now I want you to promise me you'll let me do that for you. Promise?"
"Yes," he said, "I promise."
"Good," Greta said, and began unbuttoning her blouse.
Chapter 20
After bolting from the boardroom, Matthew called William Harrell's secretary at ICP in New York, and she confirmed what he already knew: William was out of town, and was due back into New York this evening. He asked her for the flight number and departure time from San Francisco, then took off for the airport.