She must think I'm a pervert. Who asks someone for coffee after a two-minute conversation that was barely a conversation? But I couldn't help myself. Seeing her outside the hospital was a complete surprise. A good one. But it makes me wonder—who was she visiting? As far as my exhaustive, frustrating dossiers show, she has no relatives here in New York. She lied. I wasn't going to press her on it; she and I have nothing to do with each other. Yet.
Vanessa takes a light, cautious sip of her coffee before setting the cup down. Her eyes, that impossible shade of cool blue, meet mine. "So, what did you want to discuss?" she asks, cutting straight to the point.
There's no f*****g business I want to discuss. It was a flimsy excuse, and if I admit that, she'll be out of this chair in a heartbeat
