“Come here, Skye.” As soon as he drew me closer, I felt my body flood with relief. “Sit down.” He patted the sofa beside him, placing me in a position I’d rarely enjoyed with him and it made me nervous. He was leveling the playing field and I wasn’t used to it. “You raised a point last night I need to speak to…”
“Oh?”
“I’m going to say this once because I’m not the kind of man who gushes affection. What I feel deeply, I keep to myself, but in this case you need to know the facts. Don’t expect me to repeat them often, so listen carefully.” The unusual situation was already enough to scare me, but this surprising candor only made me frantic.
“Preston, please, I’m so sorry about last night.”
“Yes, I know you are,” he said trying to calm me, “but now I need for you to shut up and listen.”
