“No one seemed to know where you were. Rogers had me running the occasional odd job, but he’s not you, and the Wolf was never in his office for me to ask about it.” For some reason, he wouldn’t meet my gaze.
“And then you banged yourself up.” I turned away and saw the crutches against the bedside locker. The reason for his being in hospital, for me being there, returned in a rush.
“Yeah. The oddest thing.”
“I wasn’t serious when I complained about all the cars you crashed.”
I thought he wouldn’t answer, but finally he said, “I was just driving down the road minding my own business.” His expression became filled with blatant innocence. “And this bloody great tree jumped out at me.”
“A likely story,” I grumbled, but in actuality, I was relieved he was no longer using that cold tone with me.
“Would I tell untruths to you, sir?”
Perhaps not, but in spite of my teasing, Remy was a competent driver. Was there something more to this than a simple accident?