Resentment flickered in his eyes, and his lips compressed. “I wanted to make sure you were all right. Let me take you home. Let me take care of you.”

Louisa forgot the cop standing next to her. She forgot her injuries. The hospital cubicle faded around her. Anger and turmoil steamrolled over her physical pain. “Get out.”

Blaine smoothed out his irritation. “You aren’t well—”

Her voice rose. “Get. Out.”

“Look, buddy.” Jackson showed Blaine his badge. “The lady asked you to leave.”

Blaine gave the detective his best aristocratic glare. “I don’t think you know who you’re talking to.”

“Why don’t you educate me?” The detective was not intimidated. “Were you with Dr. Hancock this evening?”

“I was.”

The detective pulled a notebook out of his back pocket. “Your name?”

“Blaine Delancey.”

“And why were you with Dr. Hancock?”

“We were supposed to have dinner, but we had an argument. Louisa ran off. Apparently, right into traffic. She obviously needs someone to look after her.”

Argument? Ambush was a better description of the evening.

Jackson ignored Blaine’s attitude. “You didn’t see the accident?”

“No.”

“Where were you when the accident occurred?”

“On the steps outside the Ritz Carlton. I was looking for Louisa.”

Blaine had been coming after her? Had he pushed her? Louisa’s fingers tightened around her cell phone. Why would he do that? But then why would he send her a gift? Why wouldn’t he leave her alone? Why wouldn’t he take no for an answer?

“You’re sure you didn’t see it happen?” Jackson’s pen hovered over the paper as he sized up both Blaine and his answers.

“Positive.” Blaine scowled at the cop.

“I’ll need your contact information,” Jackson said.

Blaine complied, crossing his arms over his chest and switching his attention to Louisa. She clutched her phone until her bruised fingers cramped, but she would not back down. Not this time. Moving to Philadelphia was her fresh start. She would not let Blaine ruin it for her.

The cop studied Blaine’s face. “The accident investigators will be checking the traffic cams on Broad Street. If we get lucky, we might have the whole thing on video.”

If Jackson was hoping that, if guilty, Blaine would flinch at this news, Louisa could have saved him the effort. Blaine was an accomplished liar.

“I’ll check in with you tomorrow, Louisa.” His nod at her was superior and arrogant. “Someday you’ll see that we were meant to be together.”

“Don’t.” Louisa clamped her molars together.

“I’m done with you now, Mr. Delancey, and it sounds like Dr. Hancock is also.” Jackson inclined his head. “Don’t let the door hit you in the ass on the way out.”

Blaine gave her an it’s not over look as he exited.

“Your friend’s an asshole,” Jackson said.

“He’s not my friend.”