Jared Quinn's long hand rested on the other seat, his dark eyes flickering with an unpredictable danger. "That depends on whether your explanation can satisfy me."
Melody Thorne pointed to a spot not far away, "Actually, I don't really have much to explain. But you can ask those people of yours what they saw. When I knocked on Ashton Young's door, I had already told them to come over. If they didn't make it on time, that's their fault, not mine."
Bodyguard: "..."
Do they need legs for being that far away, okay?
"So, you want to push all the blame onto them?"
Melody Thorne raised her hand, lightly brushing the hair by her ear, her lips curling up in a slight arc. "I'm not shifting any blame, but that's just how it is."
Jared's hand was clearly a bit distant, but in an instant, he scooped Melody onto the car. His large hand lifted her chin. "What did you see today? Hmm?"
Melody thought for a moment. She hadn't seen anything.
