"I'm sorry it turned out this way."
That made it the fifth time Theron had apologized since we left the Lockhart Digital building. He’d brought me to one of his friend’s restaurants for dinner most likely out of guilt for dragging me into the mess we were now neck-deep in. Not that I was going to turn down a good meal.
He pulled out a chair for me, offering a faint smile that barely masked the tightness in his shoulders. Guilt etched itself into every movement he made.
I reached for his hand, giving it a light squeeze as I smiled up at him. "Please stop apologizing. You didn’t do anything wrong. This is all your father’s doing."
His jaw flexed as he rounded the table and sank into his chair. "Still, it pisses me off that I couldn’t handle his ridiculous demand differently."
"It’s not
