He inked the last loop of his name with a flourish, snapped the lid on his fountain pen and slid the document across the mahogany desk. His grey eyes caught hers. He seemed to toy with the idea of saying a word or two and then relented. It was no use telling her to be careful. Not now. Not after what he’d just signed. “Stay strong,” he murmured as she pocketed the papers and slipped from the room.