*CRASHOUT*
Tyler's POV
I glanced at Megan’s name on the screen then calmly slipped the phone back into my pocket.
She could wait.
“Do we have a deal?” I asked, shifting my gaze back to Flora.
She brought two fingers to her jaw, tapping a slow, agonizing rhythm against her skin. The silence stretched between us, turning thick.
Her chin lifted, her eyes narrowing into slits of pure accusation.
“You spoke to me very rudely the other day,” she said, her voice dropping considerably low. “You need to apologize.”
The air left my lungs in a sharp, incredulous laugh.
“What?”
“At your practice,” she continued, crossing her arms tightly over her chest, her shoulders squaring as if she were stepping into a boxing ring.
“There’s no way in hell I’m apologizing for that,” I snapped, my own ar
