I rarely drank so much, but I needed something to ease the anxiety following me around like a black cloud these days.
"Just me. Most people don't know about this place," I said. "How did you find it?"
"I find everything." Daniel smirked when I scrunched my nose at his arrogance.
"I have the estate blueprints, princess. I know every nook and cranny of this place. It's my—"
"Job," I finished. "I know. You don't have to keep saying it."
He'd said the same thing in Dr. Hausen's check up room. I wasn't sure why it annoyed me so much. Maybe because, for a second, I could've sworn his worry for me went beyond his professional obligations. And maybe, for a second, I could've sworn I wanted it to. I wanted him to care about me as me, not as his client.
Daniel's lips quirked before his gaze traveled to my forehead. "How's the bruise?"
