Because it’s how you feel.
His lips twitch, the sensation inside me deepens—is he laughing at me?
No, I doubt the man ever laughs these days...
‘I have my ways.’
‘I bet you do.’ Every one of them involving the cash he appears to have an endless supply of...it doesn’t explain why he’s here though. ‘And you’re here because...?’
He says nothing and my brows nudge north. Maybe I’m not the only one struggling with their words. Maybe he’s just as disorientated by my presence...
And maybe you’re losing it more than you think!
‘I’m here to see you.’
‘Stating the obvious much?’
Fire flickers behind his eyes and my heart leaps into my throat—do you want to poke the bear?
‘I mean—’
‘I want to apologise,’ he says over me.
‘You—?’ I frown, taken aback...surely I didn’t hear him right. ‘You what?’
‘I want to apologise.’
And now he sounds like a robot...and I’m still not sure I understand. ‘You want to apologise?’
‘I do.’
‘You...do...?’
My chin tucks in as I look up at him and he makes an exasperated sound that has me wanting to laugh.
‘Please don’t make this any harder than it needs to be.’
‘Harder? Begging your pardon, Edward, but did you rush off for a lobotomy last night or something?’
His frown is instantaneous, and the way it makes his lower lip pout...too appealing, too distracting. But an apology...?
I face him full-on, my confidence growing as relief seeps through my limbs. It has to be a good sign, right?
He drags in a breath...pockets his hands. ‘It was a shock; I was in shock. I had no idea Gran was going to do this.’
‘And you think I did?’
A V forms between his brows and I have the ridiculous urge to smooth it away, a delicate gesture that is so at odds with his sheer masculinity.
‘Well...didn’t you?’
‘God, no! If I had I would’ve told her to her face she’d lost the plot.’
A hint of a smile touches his lips and I yearn for a full-blown grin, the slightest of chuckles—anything to suggest the Edward I once knew is still in there somewhere.
‘You’d have been given quite the ear-bashing if you’d tried.’
I give a soft huff, feel bittersweet memories choking up my throat, and I swallow. ‘She always was deft at saying just the right thing to get me to fall in line.’