Chapter 19
I had no choice but to wait for Graham to decide he wanted to talk to me again. I called him. For two days I called him. I apologized countless times to his voicemail, but he never answered.
By Monday morning I was getting pissed. He was acting like just as much of an a*s as Brett. I understood he wasn’t happy about it, but he wasn’t in control of my life. He had no say in what I did or how I lived. And it felt like he was trying to control me.
A half hour before I was ready to open, someone pounded on the door. I was back in the kitchen, preparing a tray, so I ignored it. When they hit the glass again, I pushed out of the back, ready to tell whoever was at the door to come back after I’d opened, and saw Graham.
I crossed my arms when I made it to the door, not willing to le
