If he was disappointed I wasn’t what he’d expected, if he wanted to break up with me, I wasn’t going to let him run off as he’d done last spring, leaving behind a f*****g Dear Quinton note.
I wasn’t going to let him go, period.
I couldn’t lay all the blame for this at Richard Wexler’s door. Granted he was more than culpable, but I was at fault as well. It was because I’d pushed for it that he had become…incapacitated.
Did Mark think I’d simply used him to see Wexler paid in spades for what he had done to my mother?
I gritted my teeth. All right, I. Had had. Enough.
He’d had a more than adequate amount of time to brood over the fact I wasn’t just the Ice Man. I was a human being with emotions, and if he didn’t like it—
I stalked to where he was lying and knelt on the blanket beside hi
