Chapter 85

Keeping his eyes on the computer, Terrell didn’t reply right away. The muscles in his neck and face tensed—a common and unmistakable sign of pain and anxiety—and he gripped at the edge of the table. “It sure as hell sounded like you meant it,” he said slowly.

“I didn’t.” It took everything he had not to break down and start crying. Despite his best efforts, a lump formed in his throat, and he had to force every word past it. “You’re everything to me, okay? I just didn’t think, and I know I hurt you. But that was the last thing I wanted. And I can’t believe I said those things to you. You deserve a lot better than that. I’m so sorry. It’s probably not enough, and I don’t know if I’ll ever live this down, but I hate what I said to you, Terrell, what I did to you. Believe me. I hate it, and I’m really sorry.”

He exhaled sharply. Rubbing at his mouth, Terrell looked to be hiding just as much emotion as Dakota was. “Why would you say it if you didn’t mean it?”