Chapter 11

• Everyone looked at me, then to the kitchen.
• Sighing, I stood up and picked up my plate. No one tried to stop me this time. I walked into the kitchen, then paused it was huge and shiny clean. Michael stood on the far side, his hands on the wall and head hanging down. Even though his back was to me, I knew by the way he tensed he was aware I had come in. I took my plate and set it beside the sink. Resting my hands on the countertop, I watched as he lifted his head and looked at the wall. “Hey, hero, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”
• “Do not—apologize.” He all but growled at me. Straightening, he turned and looked at me. “You have nothing to apologize for.” His blue eyes locked on my own.