You really are doing a fantastic job and I DO appreciate it.’ ‘It’s OK,’ she mumbled and then after a pause, ‘If you really want to make it ...p to me, there is something you can do…’ she added brightly and turned on her most winning smile. ‘Alright,’ I laughed, I was glad that we were tight again, it was difficult enough trying to deal with the problems brought about by her adolescent crush on me, I really didn’t want our working together to be affected… working with family can have it’s own. ‘You have such charisma. If anyone can turn this round, you can.’ Brinkley-Jones didn’t speak at first. His eyes were rolling around his head, his face creased in thought. He bit down on his lower lip. ‘Isn’t it all too late?’ he said with a sigh, his shoulders sinking into a resigned shrug. ‘Possibly,’ Thomas admitted. ‘Probably, even, if we’re honest with ourselves. But I don’t want to go down without a fight.’ ‘You think I’m not fighting?’ ‘Of course you are, Alistair. We all are! But effort. I get home around 7, fix myself some food and sit down with my laptop to get some work done. I have reports to finish up and documents to read ahead of tomorrow’s appointments. A couple of girls with eating disorders, one boy whose mom caved in his dad’s skull with a claw hammer after years of abuse, and a 15 year old who was drugged by her uncle and pimped out to cover his gambling debts. The court documents detailing her rape are horrific - oral, anal, vaginal, a fistula that needed stitches. Not willing to let body heat go to waste, I turned my back to Danny and stretched my legs back until the soles of my feet met warm skin. I sighed as Danny jumped in surprise when my cold feet pressed against his calves. "Shit! Olivia!"I couldn't help laughing softly. "Oh, be quiet. My feet are cold. It's just feet. It's not like I'm pushing my boobs against you! I just want my feet warmed up!"Danny turned over on his side to face me and pressed my feet against his knees. A hand began massaging.