As Garrett stood there considering, Forbes rose back to a sit, quirking his head and with a soft, encouraging smile that Garrett didn’t trust for one second, patted the area next to him. “Come. Sit with me,” he said again, and Garrett felt another jolt of fear. Forbes’ voice was still as soothing as ever. But his eyes had become… possessive.
Garrett felt his stomach rebel and swallowed. “No, I don’t think I want to.”
Forbes’ smile disappeared and he tsked in his throat. “Didn’t you come with me to say you were sorry? Sit. Down.” There was no mistaking the command in his voice now.
“What do I have to be sorry for?” Garrett retorted, both angered and attempting to stall. The pure gall of this man was unbelievable. Taylor had to apologize to him? Taylor? “You’re disgusti—”
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