OLIVIA
I tried to ignore Dillon's presence until he cleared his throat like he desperately needed my attention.
"I'm sorry," he begins when I look up from the book in my hands. "I shouldn't have been so harsh on you."
I frown, confused and wondering if this man is a lunatic. Just five minutes ago, he was angry and giving me stupid rules, and now he's here apologizing.
"Are you listening?" he asks. "Can we forget everything and start over?"
"What happened to you?" I ask as he sits down on the recliner that's a small distance away from the bed. "I'm confused."
He looks away from me, "Me too."
I open my mouth to ask what he means but close it and wait for him to speak.
"I don't know what is wrong with me," he says. "Marshall was right when he said you deserve someone better than me,
