He looked at me with a clenched jaw.
That would be one stupid question I have ever asked someone, which pissed him off, but his eyes held uncertainty in them, and I wondered if the incident there in the hospital made him this way, insecure. Or maybe I was thinking way too much.
"Why did you say that?" He glared at me. "You are my girlfriend. How couldn't I be worried about you? And I. . ." Clenched his hands, he growled, "I don't know how you are seeing our relationship, but didn't I make this clear to you that I want you in my life?"
I lowered my gaze, as I didn't know how to answer him.
"I don't think it is a good idea, Mr. Bridger."
I didn't want to say this out loud, but I had to be honest with this man. My life and my relationship with my family were complicated, and Mr. Brid
