Chapter 3“Say again?” I tilted my head and gave Jeff a sideways glance. I couldn’t possibly have heard him correctly. “You want me to do what now?”
He gave me a look that clearly said, don’t play with me. “I want you. To apologize.” He picked up the coffee cup in front of him and took a delicate sip. “You know, say you’re sorry? Admit guilt, repent your sins, show fault. I’m sorry, Gabe, but I can’t think of any other ways to say it, so I hope one of those inspires understanding.”
We were chatting amicably (at least up until the point that he started talking crazy talk), without any sense of awkwardness. Which I’d given up trying to understand. Because I had, in fact, had a moment where I thought oh, s**t when I’d first woken up. I mean, Jeff had hit on me. And I’d shut him down without
