Page 44 of Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree
“Accused her of cheating on you.”
“I know.”
“Then walked out of the room after you decked Milo. Brushed past her like she wasn’t there.”
“I know. Okay? I know!”
“So what the fuck are you going to do about it?”
His question has me stopping short.
“Apologize.”
“And?”
“And what? I’m going to apologize.”
“You can’t just apologize.”
“What do you mean I can’t just apologize?”
Chris rolls his eyes like he’s talking to his five-year-old midtantrum.
“You need to grovel.”
“Huh?”
“You need to do more than apologize, and you need to mean it. Tell her how you feel about her.”
“She knows how I feel about her.”
“You’ve told her you love her?”
“Not exactly,” I mumble.
“Not exactly?” His eyebrows shoot to his hairline.
“Not yet.”
“What the fuck are you waiting for?”
“I’ve barely figured it out myself. How the hell did you know?”
“Everyone does.”
“What?”
Seriously?
“Except for Lilah,” Milo says, stepping into the living room with Finn on his heels.
“When the fuck did you get here?”
He grabs a chip out of the bag in his arm—apparently, he and Finn raided my kitchen—and scrutinizes me. Fortunately, my hit didn’t do much damage.
“I brought them,” Chris says.
“So you can apologize to me,” Milo chimes in, shoving a handful of chips into his mouth.
