CHAPTER 4
MARY
She dashed out of Jackson’s office. Yes, dashed. Strode out like a bat out of hell. She needed air. Needed to be alone and gather her thoughts, all while trying not to throw up.
The image of Zoe, clutching Spidey, begging Mary to take them with her, was etched into her mind.
“But why can’t I go with you? I don’t want to stay here.”
“Please. I’ll be good. I will never eat too much cookie dough again.”
“Mary? Mary! Please don’t go. Please.”
On her way to the elevators, she almost bumped into Hector. Great. There he was; the object of her fantasies, in all his bulky, growly glory, and she looked like crap.
One look at her blotched face—she wasn’t a pretty crier—and he frowned. “What the f**k happened to you?”
He was always so eloquent. Today she wasn’t in the mood to s
