“You…”
It made no sense. It couldn’t be. Why would it be? How? But no matter how hard his head tried to deny it, there was no fooling Gerry’s eyes. Mark Devon. Right there. Looking like a million fucking dollars, with a guilty look on his face like he was some kind of kid trying to explain a broken window.
He said the only thing his head would let him process. “Get out.”
“Please.” Mark moved closer, both hands out and eyes wide. “Please just give me a moment to talk.”