I took her hand in mine and massaged it. She studied me with hope, no doubt expecting sympathy. Pretty girls in tears get sympathy, right? Wrong. "So you didn't borrow it. You stole it."
"No! I just--"
"Can I assume you passed your commercial law course?" I didn't wait for an answer. "And now you've caused an accident while committing a felony. I understand why you're concerned." I leaned over her. I put a hand on her thigh while placing her hand, still in mine, on my own thigh. "You're in a serious jam. But I'm happy to help you out."
A glimmer of optimism passed over those moist, very green eyes. She didn't know yet how happy my help was going to make me; nor did she seem to notice how physically close we were. "That's... great. Thanks." She lifted her head toward me. Big eyes like em
