“No, no he’s not here,” she said, eyeing me nervously. I’d never seen her nervous before. I must have looked ready to punch her in her pretty face. “He’s at home. He’s in Seattle.
It’s just me. I promise.”
“So he sent you here?” I sneered.
“No,” she said and walked toward me. She stopped a few inches away, a sympathetic tilt of the head. “This has nothing to do with him. At al . I came here because I wanted to know if you were OK.”
“Oh, how thoughtful,” I said with a rol of my eyes.
“I was worried about you. Al of us were.”