Chapter 67

“You’re not honestly telling me it would make a difference, are you? Because I can tell you the answer to that. It wouldn’t. And it shouldn’t. What happened between me and John was decades ago. It’s meaningless now.”

“Yeah, well…” Jesse fell back again. “Why can’t you just let me yell at you like you’re the one who deserves it?”

That made Gideon stop. Frustration leaked into Jesse’s tone, and his eyes were shut, against tiredness, against his mood, against the world. He’d been spoiling for a fight and picked Gideon as the easiest target, because the people he was really mad at weren’t anywhere to be found. Or if they were, they weren’t to be yelled at because they were still necessary in some way.

With a sigh, Gideon pushed off the wardrobe and went over to the bed, lying down next to Jess so that both of them stared up at the ceiling. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have blown up like that. I’m just starving, and you know how I get when I don’t eat.”