Nothing in his demeanor gave her a glimmer of hope for that. He’d truly reached the end of his tolerance for her habit of minding his business her way.
Seizing one of his massive arms, she tried to pry it from its fellow, imploring him at the same time, to no avail. She quit, backed away a step, biting her lip in annoyance. Well, now what? Plead Insanity? Insolence would certainly ruin her relationship with him. What was left? Begging and pleading wasn’t having any effect upon him! Yet, begging and . . .
Wait.
Begging. Begging Pardon.
Absently, Thomi played with her ring, surveyed his implacable countenance. Would he accept an apology? Would he expect more than that? If so, well, then—
Drawing a breath, she met his gaze directly. “Dad, please, I’m—I’m sorry. I should never have made s
