This is awkward.
I can only nod and look away from him. I loved this shirt. XXX I stare wide-eyed, anywhere but at him. We both inherited something from dad’s other than the obvious. You’re all the family I have left and truly, I don’t want us to fight over something stupid.”
He frowns slightly, his eyes boring onto my face. empty. “Jacinda,” he starts. It feels oddly warm and comfortable. Not at me, exactly. His eyes were glassy.
God. And then I turn and walk off without a glance back. He was wearing a gray linen shirt that accentuated his muscles somehow. No matter how much I try not to do harm or mess it. I sigh. But it was as though with every going second, he grew more and more disappointed for
