Re: Doug and Maura
Doug snorted. "These are clothes I was going to wear at a picnic in a fores that's desert. You can get them dirty. You can burn them. It's really all right. In fact, I'm sure Gianni Versace would be cheering for you from the afterlife."
He squeezed her arm. "You weren't doing your job. This isn't your job, Maura. You might do it, you might have taken over, but no one should take you for granted, let alone my brother, who tends to forget little things like shows of appreciations at time. So yes, I have to thank you." He chuckled. "How about a day at the spa? In fact, we can start every day with breakfast in bed and a massage."
The possibility that Travis might die was not something he wanted to contemplate. He liked Travis and would be sorry if he died, but he didn't even want to know what that would do to TJ. That wasn't true. It wasn't that he didn't want to know, but that he had a pretty good idea what would happen next. "Travis is strong. He's going to be strong for TJ."
Doug chuckled. "Now, see, this doesn't bother me. I've donated in the past, it looks good, the media eats it up, and I'm okay when I'm not taking the blood or doing anything with it. I can just sit there, drink my juice and work on my phone. I don't even have to look at the blood."