"You did WHAT?" Tate's hand slammed against my desk hard enough to make my laptop jump.
If not for the solid oak construction, the desk would've split in two from the abuse it had taken since we arrived at my home office twenty minutes ago.
I'd made the decision to tell someone. Anyone. The weight of carrying this alone was crushing me from the inside out. So I dragged Tate here and told him everything.
Everything except the specific details of our night together. Some things remained sacred even in confession.
"Keep it down," I said, glancing toward the door. "You'll draw attention."
"I don't care!" He paced like a caged animal. "I told you not to complicate things. I KNEW this whole arrangement was a bad idea from the start. Moreover, why are you so obsessed with Meadowbrook? What i
