“Bennett?” I asked when he came to my side. I took another step away from Ellis, putting as much distance between us as I could.
Ellis still had a challenging smirk on his lips as he looked me up and down and then moved his eyes to Bennett.
“What are you doing here?” I asked. I chewed the inside of my cheek and shifted my weight from one foot to the other.
“I was at work and got an incoming report about a boy that was injured. There was talk of you being accused of attempted murder. I was worried,” Bennett said. He touched my shoulder comfortingly.
“Oh,” I groaned. “Yeah, that happened. It is all taken care of, though. You didn’t have to rush over.”
“Of course, I did,” he said, cupping my cheeks. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” I assured. I covered his hands with mine.
Bennett rais
