Myles eyed Jessica, who picked at a thread on her hospital gown. It took all he had not to take his thumbs and gently wipe the mascara that had smeared beneath her eyelids. He wanted to reach for her chin and force her to look at him. He wanted to shake her. He wanted to ask her what in the hell she was thinking and to tell her how ignorant he thought she was for taking so much for granted. Mostly though, he wanted to know why he cared so much in the first place. “Answer me, Jessica.”
She frowned and slowly met his eye. “What do you think?”
“Since you asked… I think driving under the influence is a really dumb fucking thing to do. Doing so, with your kids in the car… well, that’s pretty hard to top.”
She cocked her head to the side. “Why are you here, anyway?
He wanted to tell her that her staff had picked him because no one else wanted to clean up her mess, but figured that maybe it wasn’t the best approach. “It’s my job.”
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