(Sebastian)
I drove three blocks, then pulled over.
I sat with the engine running. My hands stayed on the wheel while I made myself understand what I'd just done. I'd left a contract meeting. I'd seen her car turn onto her street. Instead of driving home like a man with any sense, I'd parked. I told myself I was only making sure she got inside. Then a man had his hand on her arm, every rule I'd built my life around went quiet, and I was out of the car before I'd decided to be.
That should have worried me more than it did.
I meant what I said to her after. I hadn't stepped in because she couldn't manage it. She'd been managing it. Her voice didn't shake once, not with him. She told him to let go, held her ground, made him small without lifting a hand. If I'd stayed in the car she'd have
