I poured my uneaten cereal down the disposal and placed the milk back in the refrigerator.
Before I left the kitchen, I glanced back at her. “Doc.”
“Yes.”
“Never offer me money again.”
“Okay. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. Never do it again.”
“I won’t,” she stated with those big browns locked on mine. I was sure she’d caught the hint of finality in my statement. However, I didn’t miss the hint of defiance in her tone either. She wasn’t as afraid of me as she was letting on.