"I wanted to see how you're holding up," I say, forcing my tone level. "You took a nasty tumble at the company event, ended up in the hospital. I care about my crew, contrary to popular belief."
She nods, though I can sense her skepticism. Her beautiful eyes stare into mine, full of queries she can't quite piece together. "I heard you were present at the Plaza when I… took a plunge?"
I stiffen, my pulse pounding. Just the mention of that night sets me on edge.
Jesus Christ, what do I say here? I need to approach this delicately, ease my way back into her life. This is not the time to stir up old wounds, not when she's still mentally fragile.
I force my features into a mask of composure. "That's right. I was there."
Her brows bunch together, carving little lines into her forehead. "Can
