Treatment

He’d never been good at receiving the silent treatment. But being on the receiving end of it from Gareth was a whole other level of discomfort. Mark stared at his bent head, silently pleading with him to look up from the book he was either engrossed in or pretending to read. No amount of clearing his throat or shifting in his seat got Gareth’s attention.

“So you’re not going to say anything to me? Anything at all?”

“I thought you had the answer to everything,” Gareth replied, stiffly turni...