Rain fell in thin silver lines beyond the ambulance bay, turning the asphalt black and glossy under the hospital lights.
Maya stood beneath the metal awning with her gray shawl wrapped around her shoulders and her anger held so tightly inside her that it had become almost calm. Leo stood several feet away, close enough to hear her, far enough to prove he understood that distance was currently the safest thing he could offer.
For once, he did not look amused.
Good.
“Your girlfriend?” Maya repeated.
Leo took a breath. “I know.”
“No, I don’t think you do.”
“You’re right.”
The answer came too fast and too cleanly. Maya had expected defense. An explanation. A charming attempt to make the mistake smaller than it was. She had expected him to say he was trying to help, because men often be
