“I asked you a question, Garcia,” Tyler scowls.
I let the bottle of painkillers drop to the floor. “I thought you said come in,” I manage weakly.
“I didn’t.”
“Well, I heard something.”
A muscle ticks beneath his skin. “Did I not explicitly tell you to stay out of my way? And yet here you are in my bedroom.”
“I was going to apologize,” I blurt out, and an awkward silence settles between us. “For yesterday,” I continue even as heat creeps up my neck. “I shouldn’t have said that, about your dad being right. I was wrong, and I’m sorry.”
Tyler holds my gaze so long that I start to feel uncomfortable. Finally, his eyes flick toward his bag again, and instinctively, I glance down too. His expression hardens. “Were you going through my stuff?”
“No!” I say quickly. “It was just… it was open.
