“I’ve tried not to think about it, but you’re right. I should have told you. I’m sorry.”
“I thought I told you I was sick of the apologies.”
He lowered his head to kiss her cheek, and she was unsettled when she felt the gentle patience leave him. When had she become so attuned to even the subtlest cues of his body? He straightened and relaxed the arm around her, though he didn’t let her go entirely.
When he spoke again, the tenderness was gone. “Now that you’ve had a few minutes to fall apart again, it’s time to get over it and pull yourself back together.”
His words had the intended effect. Annoyed by his derisive tone, she pushed away from him with defiance burning away the lingering traces of anxiety. This wasn’t the first time he’d switched gears from gentle compassion to firm comm
