“Do you want to tell me what I did?” I asked, twisting in my seat to face her. “I clearly did something to piss you off.” “No.” Sighing in resignation, she dropped her head in her hands and groaned. “It’s fine. I’m just... It’s fine. I need to get a grip.” “What’s wrong?” “It’s stupid.” “Tell me.” “You’ll think I’m crazy.” “I already think you’re crazy, Molloy.” “Well, crazier than normal then.” “Try me.” “No.” “Molloy.” Reaching across the desk, I grabbed her shoulders and turned her to face me. “Try me.” Her big green eyes locked on mine, and I fucking hated the lonesome look in them. “Joe.”
