Releasing his hands, I rubbed my eyes and then my temples, trying to relieve some of the tension, but it was useless. The longer I dragged this out, the worse it'd get. Part of me wanted to see his face, to be able to judge his reaction, but another part of me knew I needed to be in front of him to prevent him from going off the deep end. If he had to move me, I might've been able to rationalize things with him.
"Sometime today, Gianna."
He wouldn't wait much longer without getting angry, but I couldn't say I would've had much patience if I thought someone or something had hurt him, either. "Holland and I went to dinner that night. That much you know."
"Right."
"After, he said he needed to stop by his house. We did, and he took me into his study. It appeared we'd gone to get the money
