Chapter Twenty-Seven
Jessica rubbed the red mark the cuff had left on her wrist. It was sore and painful, but that was nothing compared to the way Maya was looking at her—as if she didn’t know who she was.
“Surprise?” Maya folded her arms across her chest. “You want to explain what you were thinking?” Her rich brown skin picked up hints of bronze in the morning sunlight. Unfortunately the sun also emphasized the pinch between her eyebrows and the puffiness of her eyes. She’d been through a rough few days.
“It was for you.” Jessica flexed her hands and rotated her wrists. Now that she was on the spot, trying to explain, nerves were setting in. “I knew you didn’t really want to drop S.G.’s case. It was such a great opportunity, with Ethan here. So I asked Ethan to move forward with it.”
