That response was exactly why Jessica hadn't wanted to meet today, and if not for Nick's unforgiving schedule, she'd have insisted on a later date. She lowered her glass of water and eyed him impassively, knowing where this conversation would inevitably end, if that's how he wanted to start it. The bruises only looked horrible. She narrowed her eyes slightly, and dryly remarked, "You've got a big fuzzy lump growing out of your shoulder." Why talk about her? That Nick carried his cat around so casually was much more fascinating.