“f**k you,” Theodore spat, so filled with unspent rage I feared he might implode. His fists shook. He breathed heavily through his teeth.
“Yeah,” Patrick said slowly. “It’d feel good, wouldn’t it? To take a swing? Don’t ever seem to find the courage, though, do you, Teddy?”
Patrick set the glass on the table and leaned down to speak into Theo’s ear. “I’ll tell you what,” he said. “I’ll give you a free shot, right here in front of her. Show her you’re a big man. Get it out of your system. But I don’t promise to be in control of what happens after that.”
The moment hung there, free for the taking, but it seemed Theo had finally had enough. With one last furious glare, he left with his tongue tucked into one cheek, with red ears and smoke fuming from his nostrils. He pushed through the cro
