crossing his legs in front of him. “What I’ve been wondering is...” He paused, trying to figure out the right way to phrase it. If there was a right way. If he even knew exactly what he wanted to say. The wind blew stronger outside, and the branches of the jacaranda scraped against his window with a squeak. “Just say it, dammit.” “Calm down, I don’t know what I’m trying to say.”
