“I’m sorry,” he muttered.
“You’re sorry? You’re sorry. Oh, well that makes me feel a lot better. Drag me all the way up here handing me some crap about writing a story. Is Gavin in on this too? Jesus, just tell me the f*****g truth. I need a good laugh. Tell me why I’m here, hero. Please!” Her tone was piercing and vicious.
He turned quickly and looked into her eyes, near cutting through her. “BECAUSE I FUCKIN’ LOVE YOU, OK? I FUCKIN’... love you.” He downed his glass and was quiet for a moment before adding, “And I do like your style. I do like your writing.”
He peered back at her and her face looked strange. He couldn’t read it and wasn’t sure he wanted to know what it said anyway. Had he really told her? Had he really let that morbidly obese cat out of the bag? How could he be such a
