He leaned against the doorframe to the office and shoved his hands into his front pockets. Terrell was seated at the table, engrossed in some online article on their communal laptop. He didn’t immediately look up or acknowledge his presence.
“Hey,” Dakota began meekly. “Got a minute?” He wouldn’t press the issue if Terrell wanted to be left alone, but they really needed to talk. Civilly. And he’d been stalling all morning. If he couldn’t fix things now, he would have to wait until the night for another shot, after a long day of traveling, and Dakota thought for sure his partner would be far less inclined to forgive him then.
“For what?” he asked without looking at him. There was more than a little hostility there.
Not surprising. Dakota really f****d up. If Terrell wanted to just curse
