Larissa said as she frowned deeper than before and the car sped up. After he’d looked down at her foot on the accelerator, Rhys said, “She’ll look after him. I’m sure of it.” “Forgive me if I don’t trust your judgment, Rhys. After all, you were the one who left him with her in the first place.” Maybe she had a point. “I did the best I could do at the time. He wanted you back so what else could I have done? I should have fucking left you to die in the city.” Before she could answer him Rhys said, “Anyway, I trust Vicky. She’s given me no reason to think I shouldn’t. Besides, Oscar was a certified lunatic so I can’t take his word for anything.” Rhys looked at Larissa’s slim hands as they wrung the faux leather steering wheel. She ground her jaw and accelerated even harder than before. Although Larissa had switched the car’s full beams on their visibility had been seriously reduced by the lack of streetlights now that they were out of the town. Rhys’ eyes stung as he stared into the darkness, afraid to blink.
