Chapter 106

I try to wrest my hand from his but he’s too strong and we’re already at the car, he holds on tighter as if afraid I’ll run away. Without a word, he pulls my keys from his pocket, unlocks the door, holds it open and gives me that look of his that defies argument. “Get in,” he tells me.

His face is a mask of anger—the lips I love to kiss set in a harsh frown, the eyes I could drown in storm-tossed. “Dan,” I whisper. Did I do this to him? When did I let things get this bad between us? I had no clue…tentatively I touch his cheek, the skin taut beneath my fingers. “Baby, what—”

He closes his eyes, hiding from me the sparkle of unshed tears. His jaw clenches, his teeth grind together. “Please,” he sighs. “If you love me, Michael, please just get in the car.”