CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN
“I’m going to make this very short Malcom because honestly I can’t stand you right now,” I started as I joined him on the couch.
“Sure. Go ahead Munchkin,” he replied non-chalantly. He was behaving like the old Malcom and not the one who had been following me around for the last few days, trying to get me to forgive him. It was like he had snapped out of it and now his old, non-caring self was back.
“Look, I know you neither care about me or about Danny but you sure as hell care about Janet. And to think that there was a time I was actually jealous of her. She and Danny had been dating for a while now but after our fiasco, they broke up,” I paused, watching his face. How was I ever going to get past his sharp, chiseled jawline and that Greek god worth face?
