“I’m not asleep.”
“No.” I let the car idle. “Listen, I’m glad your mother will be okay.”
“I know. Thank you.” He unbuckled his seat belt and turned toward me. “Mark….”
I didn’t need gratitude from him. I looked at my watch. “I have to go. It’s gonna be a busy day.”
“‘Busy’ how?”
“It’s a work day.”
His eyes narrowed. “You took this week off.” I didn’t reply to that. “You’re not planning on doing anything to Wexler, are you?”
“Of course not. Didn’t you tell me not to?”
“As if you’re going to start paying attention to what I tell you now.”
“Don’t I always pay attention to you?”
“Never mind.”
“I’ll be in touch, okay?”
He nodded.
“Get some sleep, baby.” I cupped his cheek with my palm, tempted to pull him into another kiss, then blew out a breath and dropped my hand.
“I know. Than
