“But it’s exactly what you meant,” I shot back, eyes locked on his. “Don’t try to walk it back now. You said what you said.”
He let out a frustrated sigh, guilt written all over his face. “I didn’t mean it that way. It just… came out wrong.”
“Right.”
I wasn’t in the mood to keep standing there, arguing over what was said and unsaid. The game had lost its flavor.
I turned away, walked back to our things, and began packing up. Once everything was in place, I climbed into the golf cart and looked over my shoulder.
“You coming?”
He stood there for a second, looking at me like he wished he could take the whole conversation back. Then, silently, he grabbed his gear and got in beside me.
As he settled into the passenger seat, he glanced at me and said, almost under his breath, “I’m sorry,
