Chapter Thirteen

Emma

When Rett continued to walk away, I called out again, “Rett, wait.” My command stilled his steps as he turned back my way. I hurried closer and reached for his arm. “Tell me why Greyson is dead. Tell me what the hell is going on.”

Inhaling deeply, Rett spun in place until we were again eye to eye. “Fuck, Emma. I have told you. Your inability to either listen or comprehend seems to be a problem we will need to resolve.”

I lifted my arms in the air and let them fall to my thighs. “What the hell are you saying? I am listening. I’m able to comprehend, but you aren’t telling me shit.”

Rett’s chin rose. “Sit down, Emma.”

Letting out a breath, I recalled his comment about treating me like a child and decided not to cross my arms and pout. Instead, I went back to the lounge chair and again sat on the edge. “Talk.”

“Listen and listen closely. Do I have your attention?”