Myra
"That a.sshole still doesn’t know his limits," I said, my voice vibrating with a cold, sharp-edged fury. I stood up so quickly my chair scraped harshly against the wooden floorboards, the sound like a gunshot in the tiny office. "He thinks because she’s in a nursing home she’s lost her mind? He’s about to find out how wrong he is."
Tony was already grabbing his heavy leather jacket from the hook behind the door. He didn't ask if I wanted him to come; he didn't wait for permission. He just moved into my space, his sheer bulk steadying the chaos in my chest. Tony locked the front and flipped the Welcome sign to Sorry, We’re Closed.
"I'm driving," he said. It wasn't a suggestion. "Your hands are shaking, Myra. And if Jason is still there, you don't want to be the one who ends up in ha
