Axton- Three Months Later
Corbin sits on the couch in my office staring my way but honestly he doesn't see me. I walk to the hidden cabinet trying to hide my amusement. Grabbing the scotch, I pour three glasses sure that I'm right about another visitor joining us. Holding two of them loosely in my fingers, I slowly cross over to him. Sure enough, my door opens and Trent steps in his gaze locked on Corbin. His head jerks up to me with one eyebrow raised.
I shake my head and hold one glass out to him. He takes it as I crouch down in front of Corbin. "Corbin, drink this." I press it into his limp hand and snap my fingers in his face. His hand grips the glass and his eyes focus in on me finally. Going back to get mine, I return and clink it to his.
Trent has hit his patience limit. "What h
