I wondered what she would think of this table.
I wondered whether she would be surprised.
Richard’s voice pulled me back.
“I have been thinking about your clinic.”
Of course he had.
My fork paused.
Cade looked at him.
Marcus leaned back, interested.
Vivian closed her eyes briefly.
“My clinic is not yours to think about,” I said.
Richard ignored the warning. “Your work there was admirable while circumstances were different.”
“Circumstances?”
“Pregnancy. Publicity. Security risks. The constant presence of reporters. These things make daily physiotherapy work impractical.”
A quiet rage began forming inside me.
“Impractical,” I repeated.
“Yes.”
“You mean inconvenient to you.”
“I mean unsafe and unwise.”
“Those are your favourite words when you want to take something from me.”
