The carafe slips from my fingers, crashing into the sink even as I hear Edward say, "Mike, don't b-"
My eyes are on him as he turns around, eyes wide with shock – either from the deafening sound of glass breaking or at finding me here and knowing I heard every word.
Evidence my fears are not baseless.
He starts to speak, but before he can utter a word, I rush out, retreating to the sanctuary of my office and locking the door behind me.
Closing my eyes, I lean with my back against the door, trying to regain my composure.
Monday, March 14, 2011
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Give him a chance to explain Jasper.
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