"First, apply some medicine."

I handed him the bruise-healing ointment I had picked up from the infirmary earlier at the office, gesturing towards his cheekbone and the corner of his mouth.

Though he didn't voice it, I suspected that his fight with Richard stemmed from me.

Brandon's eyes crinkled into a smile. "Thanks."

He opened the ointment and began applying it using the rearview mirror.

Once he finished, he carefully returned the medicine to the car's ...