‘That’s not necessary—’ ‘Yes, it is.’ ‘For you, maybe, and your overblown sense of duty,’ she snapped. She was tired of Jacob’s staggering sense of responsibility for everyone and everything. She couldn’t compete with it. ‘I’m perfectly fine without you.’ That wasn’t completely true, but she could certainly live alone like any normal adult. ‘That may be, but I’m not risking something like this happening again.’ ‘Why don’t you just put a monitor on me?’ Mollie demanded waspishly. ‘Or imbed a computer chip in my head?’ Jacob smiled faintly, although his eyes were hard with determination. ‘That’s not a bad idea.’ Mollie let out a short, dry laugh and closed her eyes. She took a deep breath. ‘Jacob,’ she said, opening them, ‘you are not responsible for me.’ ‘You’re my employee,’ Jacob replied calmly, ‘so, in point of fact, I am.’ ‘Not like that.’ He said nothing and Mollie knew there was something bigger going on here, something that stretched back into the years, its roots going deep into the spoiled soil of the Wolfe family.
