The secretive smile kept playing around his mouth. “I’ll tell you about it sometime. But not yet.”
My eyes narrowed even more. I didn’t like how mysterious he was being. He didn’t seem to mind, though. He kept talking.
“Aside from that, there’s the fact I had to be the asshole who told you about your family.”
I flinched, not wanting to go there.
“I feel like s**t about that, man. And you had nowhere to go, no one to contact for help, no money for... f**k, anything. I wanted to make it up to you somehow. So I took you in and offered you a job because it was the first thing I could think to do. It was what you needed most.”
I started to tell him he didn’t owe me s**t—even if I had unknowingly done him a favor once upon a time—I could take care of myself. But he held up a hand. “And then
