“Teddy, before we go, I just . . . I want to thank you again.” “Hey, don’t even worry about it—” “No, I want to.” His navy-blue eyes look so forlorn. “I’m not always good at expressing myself. And I know you haven’t always been comfortable around me . . .” Shit. Does he know? Has he known all this time? Oh god, this is so fucking embarrassing. My mind races as I try to think of what to say. “Karlsson, look—” “You don’t have to bother denying it,” he goes on. “It’s plain to see how uncomfortable I make you. I’m not the easiest person to talk to . . . or work with. But I will endeavor to do
...more
