"Sorry, babe. I'm just in a rush. Is there anything you've had your eye on lately?"
The implication was clear: he'd foot the bill.
When I ignored him, Patrick slammed his foot on the gas. His expression darkened like a storm cloud.
His voice turned cold. "I'm taking you to the hospital first, so you can't try to pin anything on my wife."
Patrick swerved between lanes again and again, cutting off cars and nearly causing a collision. Edith's already pale face went a shade whiter.
Afraid he'd cause an accident, I spoke up quickly. "Slow down. You're going to get us killed."
Patrick didn't hear me. The car wove through traffic like a bolt of lightning.
Edith gripped her seatbelt with white knuckles, her voice trembling on the edge of tears. "Patrick, please stop. I'm scared."
The car slowed immediately.
And my heart sank right along with the speedometer.
The same request. He only ever heard it when it came from her.
My throat tightened as I watched the faint smile tugging at the corner of Patrick's mouth. Something in my gut told me he didn't actually dislike Edith. Not even close.
In the end, Patrick dropped me on the side of the road and took Edith to her checkup alone.