“I know, Emma … But I can’t just leave her like that. Helpless and injured.” She tries for a smile, but I just stare at her impassively.
“Is that the issue?” Jake’s voice breaks in, he’s at the door with his cell in his hand, as though he’s just used it. Walking back in at the opportune time.
“She has no one else.” Sophie answers him, glancing at me warily. I experience a pang of guilt but push it down. She has no clue how complicated my relationship with my mother is. I watch as Jake frowns, his eyes losing focus for a second as he thinks something through. Even standing like that, the heat of attraction surges through me still and I push it away.
“If I arrange for someone to care for her, until she’s well, Sophie. Will you come with us? … Today?” he’s in negotiation mode. Mr. Business
