That’s why I throw the shirt with the stains on the cuffs away—so I don’t have to find out.
When Courtney thought I killed her father, the reality that she had so little trust in me nearly sent me over the edge. A kind of anger I haven’t felt in a long time—the kind my father was prone to—rose up in me, and I had to get out.
Now, I have even less control over my emotions.
I had little patience to begin with and now even my precious reserves are depleted thanks to the growing Italian problem. They’re attacking on all sides, and this is the absolute worst time to have my head in knots over some damned woman.
Shirtless, I drop down into my desk chair and tip back as far as it will allow, my hands dragging down my face.
I growl and answer it without looking, prepared to tell whoever is on
