I glanced toward Gam in time to see his face pale. Even his freaking lips bleached of color. “And?”
“And...there was...damage.” Her gaze strayed toward the two younger Gamble boys. But Noel didn’t seem to care about them. He rolled out his hand, asking to hear everything. “That procedure she had last year,” she started tactfully. “I guess she didn’t heal right from it.”
Gam sucked in a breath and then lowered his face. “Fuck,” he whispered. Covering his face with both hands, he groaned. “Now I feel like total shit.”
“Well, you should,” I snapped before I could stop myself. “Because you are.”
Dropping his hands, he turned a glare my way. “Excuse me?”
“You knew how all that shit affected her. You mentioned how worried about her you were every fucking day. You’d have to be a complete idiot not to realize how sensitive she’d be about the entire topic. And yet you bandied it around tonight like it was some...joke.”
“Great.” Gam shook his head and glanced up at the ceiling. “I’m getting a lecture about my behavior from Mr. King of Insensitive himself.”
I sniffed. “Guess that should tell you how fucking wrong you were.”
He nodded. “You’re right. You’re absolutely right.” With a glance at his wife and two brothers, he announced, “I’m going to go find her. I need to apologize.”
As he left the room, I rubbed my hands over my face and slumped against the counter.
“Well, I’m glad you said that to him so I didn’t have to,” Aspen murmured.
Dropping my arms to my sides, I forced a smile. “Happy to be of service.”
She sent me a gracious nod. “And in return, I’m happy to glance over your resume.”
An hour later, my mind was straying. Oh, who the fuck was I kidding? It’d been impossible to concentrate from the moment I’d sat down with Gamble’s woman in the dining room. Overall, she seemed impressed with my format, but she’d definitely used her green pen.
“I think if you employ the suggestions I made, you’ll get some amazing results.”
When she glanced at me, I nodded. “Yeah. Thanks.”