Chapter Fifty Five

Chapter 55.

‘Anyway, that’s not my concern,’ she said briskly, refusing to give in to

them. ‘What’s worrying me is that if you fall asleep in that chair I won’t be

able to get into the desk. Did you come in your car?’

‘No, I left it at my office yesterday.’

‘Good. You’re in no fit state to be behind the wheel.’ She dug around in

her bag for her front door key—which she laid on the desk in front of him

—and a tissue, which she used to blow her nose. And wondered how much

of his car Nate had owned. Whether she’d be able to use the money to

ease finances a little. It was a company car so it would be hers. The papers

must be here…

‘Should you be here at all?’ he asked, distracting her as he got up, came

around the desk. ‘This would be tough for anyone.’

His eyes were full of compassion, concern, and something else that she

thought might be despair but was more likely exhaustion. She wanted to lay

her hand against his cheek. To kiss his brow. To wrap her arms around him

and hold him for a