Chapter 60

• Annabelle walked out of the kitchen, rolling her shoulders, needing some space from him. From that look in his eyes. Why the heck was she feeling guilty about the look in his eyes when she'd done nothing wrong? Ugh! This was frustrating. She walked out into the family room, not wanting him to see the tears of hurt that flooded her eyes. She quickly wiped them away with the back of her hand as she focused on the painting, a wash of colors, over his fireplace. “That’s not what this is? Then tell me what I’m supposed to think. You tell me you don’t do girlfriends, you only make arrangements. Is this where your arrangements meet you for a good time?”
• “Annabelle.” Her name was a one-word plea on his lips. And he was right behind her. She hadn’t heard him follow her, her thoughts too loud in her own head. “I keep screwing this up with you,” he mumbled to himself.
• “You’re damn right you do.” She turned around to face him.