Her lip trembles. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gone there. He saw the SUV. He knows that we’re seeing each other.” “Listen to me, Bridget. You have nothing to apologize for. Can you tell me what happened?” “Not much. I saw him, he said some terrible things about me and you, and then said that he’d ruin you unless I had sex with him,” she whispers. “And then I dropped my coffee on him and got away.” Ruin me? That’ll be hard to do with two broken legs and a smashed jaw.
