Petty tried to be gentle. “With how you’re doing right now, there’s really no need to go downstairs just to walk around.”
She smiled, a little teasing. “And if you really have to move, just do it here. Your living room is huge. A couple laps will more than cover your daily steps.”
Her phone started ringing just then.
She was holding the phone with the screen facing up, so Malcom got a good look at who was calling: Harris.
Petty’s finger hovered over the screen, but before she could tap to answer, there was a sudden thud. She glanced over to see Malcom’s crutch on the floor. She hurried to pick it up and handed it back to him.
“See? If you don’t have your crutch, you can’t even walk. How about we forget the walk downstairs?” She tried to coax him, her voice patient. Then she turned away and headed for the elevator, swiping her phone as she walked.
She didn’t even catch what the person on the other end was saying, because she saw Malcom, still determined, limping past her with his crutch hitting the floor, the sound echoing in the hallway.
“Malcom, slow down!” Petty reached for his arm and stopped him.
She looked down and saw him tapping quickly, a bit forcefully, on his screen: You can take your call.
On the other side of the line, Harris heard Petty say Malcom’s name. That was the bodyguard who’d appeared downstairs at her building that time, right? The one who’d made such an impression.
He lowered his voice. “Can we meet up?”
Petty kept her grip on Malcom’s arm, holding him back, and spoke to Harris as if nothing had happened. “I saw the news.”
Harris’s engagement to the daughter of a top military officer was everywhere, more trending than Owen’s story.
She heard Harris’s breathing hitch on the other end. “Petty…”
Felton’s business was still a mess, and whoever was pulling strings from behind the scenes clearly wanted to ruin Harris. Petty knew all about the pressure his family put on him. She understood his struggle and how heavy those expectations were. Still, she couldn’t bring herself to say anything comforting.

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