She nodded, then moved past him to stand by the window. The glass and steel towers of downtown L.A. were warmed by the light of the setting sun, gleaming like golden spires. The warm light caught in Bailey’s fair hair, turning it nearly gold as well. Without looking at him, she said, “I’m sorry about before.”
“‘Sorry’?” he echoed, not sure what she meant.
“My little nervous breakdown at lunch.”
“Ah.” Nasim came closer but made sure not to get too close. At times she reminded him of a wary wild animal, easily spooked and ready to bolt at the slightest abrupt movement. “I would hardly call that a nervous breakdown. Actually, I should be thanking you for your honesty.”
Bailey didn’t seem mollified by that remark. “I figured you might as well know the truth,” she said, then sipped at her w
