And anger had him snarling, “f**k you, Colin.”
“Right.” Colin shook his head. “But you’re not a hypocrite at all, huh?”
Colin started for the bedroom door, and panic rushed through Dexter. He’d never had Colin walk out on him before. Not in anger, not once and no. No, please, not Colin, too. Stomach falling to the floor, all the blood drained to Dexter’s feet with it.
“Colin!” he exclaimed. “Okay, wait! Please!”
Colin stopped and looked at him. Confused, like he had no idea why Dexter had shouted for him.
“Okay?”
“Yeah, okay, I’m a hypocrite. I am.” He took in a deep breath. “But…hear me out, okay?” Dexter’s heart pounded against his ribs, frantic and offbeat. Colin couldn’t walk out on him too. He just couldn’t. “Yes. You’re right about me. I do…want that. What you said, about…my ow
