The color drained from her face. She turned to the man in the hospital bed, eyes pleading.
Leo's expression flickered.
"Gladys Harding, it was my mistake. She had nothing to do with it. I've already handled the accident."
"Your mistake?" I arched an eyebrow and looked straight at him. "How bad is it?"
Leo cleared his throat. "I'm fine. Just the fracture and a mild concussion. You don't need to—"
I cut him off.
"I was asking about the car."
The girl flinched at my coldness, her voice pitching higher:
"Mr. James is in the hospital and all you care about is the car? Do you even have a heart?"
"You must be Virginia Matthews."
I folded my arms, unhurried, my face blank.
"First—that car is worth eighteen million dollars. Limited edition. One of twelve in the world."
"Second—Leo James is my husband. Legally. Him picking up my car is hardly unusual."
"Third..."
I paused, letting my gaze drop to where her fingers were clenched around the fabric of Leo's hospital gown.
"You're just some college student Leo sponsored once. So what exactly gives you the right to stand here and interrogate me?"
Virginia's face flushed scarlet. She released his gown instinctively, but couldn't stop herself from protesting: