“You’re three inches from your brother’s girl and that’s not bizarre to you?” “I had to grab her before she touched the burner. She didn’t realize I turned it on.” He lifts a shoulder. “That’s it.” I shoot O’Malley a look. “Why? What’d you think Banks was doing?” I’m still a client, and he treats me with more respect than he does Thatcher. Apologies fill his eyes. “Sorry. My mistake, Jane. I didn’t mean anything by it.”
