“What's wrong?” I asked, walking in. “And where's Emery?”
His arms folded as he followed behind me. “She has to be somewhere so I'm staying with Donald.” The tone alone let me know that wasn't the important part. “Whatever. We've got to talk.”
“Okay?” I stopped by the couch, turning, just to meet his furrowed brows.
"You and Dale are together?"
"Huh?" I hadn't expected that. Especially when there was a deep crease between his brows as he said them.
"Emery told me you got back with him. Dammit Chloe, is it true?"
"What?" I was taken aback by the suddenness and sharpness in his question, that I didn't answer immediately.
"What do you mean 'what'? It's a pretty simple question, I don't get why it's so hard to reply."
The fact his voice raised made my brows. "I never said it was a ha
