Chapter Twenty-Nine
Griffin
Tanner’s skin visibly paled when he opened the door, then he stood aside and allowed me to enter. He hadn’t shaved in a few days, and his scruff made his angular features even more prominent. I sat on the small couch while Tanner cleared his laptop and other equipment off of the coffee table. Finally he sat across from me in a wing chair and spoke.
“Aren’t you supposed to be at work?” He stammered. I nodded, then opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. I’d never been good with words, especially when they were wrapped up in emotions like mine were. Sitting in front of me was the one man in the universe who’d ever commanded my heart, and all I did was push him away with lies. At that moment I realized the only way this conversation would take place was
