“I’m sorry about what happened in Dallas,” I said as I held her closer. “I shouldn’t have let you get that far away from me. I should have gone into the room first. I didn’t hold you to protocol and that’s on me.” I kissed her temple. “I also won’t be letting it happen again, no matter how pissed you are at me.” She squeezed my hand. “Ophelia’s a good person. She’s just… She can be hard to love if you don’t know her like I do.” Defensively, she added, “And she’s not a criminal.” Maybe not by the law’s standard. But in my book, people who used people were the worst kind of people.
