“She was strapped in. It’s not my fault she’s smart enough to figure out how to unbuckle. We had a terrible journey here. My car died. It’s blocking traffic. The insurance company didn’t answer. I haven’t slept in three days. I don’t even have the money to fix this car—” “I take it you’re Row’s latest charity case and will be living in his apartment,” Rhyland interrupted brusquely, twisting his wrist to glance at his watch. He looked eager to move on with his day. Like he had something better to do than grab a first-row seat to my breakdown. God, I hated him. So much it hurt. “I’m not anyone’s
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