But this time, she stopped clinging to him.
She reached out and grabbed his wrist, then turned to look at him. Her eyes were soft, inclusive, and charmingly pathetic.
"You left the hotel yesterday, did you take another shot? Uh — can you tell me why you're like this?"
It was only then that Caleb Baker recalled some of his personal issues. He lowered his gaze and glanced at his arm, "Don't assume I'm a good guy."
That was his only sentence.
There were subtle pauses between each word, as if it were a final warning to her, or perhaps an opportunity for her not to take it too seriously.
Yvonne Finley, however, didn't react much.
Her fine, white thumb gently caressed the puncture wound on his slightly protruding vein, her gentle gaze half-hidden beneath her long eyelashes.
— She never claimed to be innocent.
Several seconds later, she lifted her head, her familiar gentleness returning, "How about big sister takes you out for a grand meal?"
