And that last time my brakes failed—was that also because the car "wasn't properly inspected"?
"Gladys, I've been meaning to explain about the dealership."
Leo's voice pulled me back to the present.
We were alone in the hospital room now. A smile spread across his face as he carefully set the glass bottle on his nightstand, then reached out to pull me closer.
"She just graduated, and it happened to be her birthday—I only gave her a small gift. Don't tell me my CEO wife is jealous?"
He said it so casually, as if he'd given away nothing more than some forgettable stuffed animal.
I stepped aside, avoiding his touch.
"So this is your type?"
The air went still.
Leo's expression flickered. He rubbed his brow. "I didn't tell you because I was worried you'd overthink things."
"Virginia and I are completely innocent. We—"
"I don't care."
I cut him off, my tone bored.
"I haven't caught you in bed with her—yet. But I don't tolerate even a grain of sand in my eye, Leo. You'd better bury whatever inappropriate thoughts you're entertaining. Don't force me to tear this whole thing wide open."
Leo looked up at me, disbelief written across his face.
"You don't trust me?"