“Just a second, Mark. I’ll show you the way.” Now that there was some distance between Mark and my uncle, I could breathe a little easier, but I needed to make sure he knew I had no objection to him being present when family matters were being discussed.
His eyes had taken on that flat look, and he didn’t respond.
“Mark?” I gripped his arm, giving it a shake until he met my gaze. “It’s going to take a while for them to trust you.”
“I get it, Quinn. Believe me, I get it. I’m not using this as an excuse to let you break up with me.”
Relief overwhelmed me. I hadn’t realized how the fear of that had lurked at the back of my mind. It hadn’t taken much for him to try to break up with me last spring.
Well, no, that was wrong. I’d f****d him, and at the time, that had been a big deal to him.
