Chapter 17: Irritation
Floorboards creaked behind me as I sat on the corner of Pax’s bed, letters in my hands. I looked up at the noise and saw Pax enter the bedroom. I was caught red-handed holding his letters, invading his private room.
“You’ve been busy,” he said in a low, judging tone.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, stood up and crossed to the dresser to put the letters back where I’d found them. “I was looking for you to talk about Fernando and I couldn’t find you and—” I realized I was babbling. “He’s a big fan of yours,” I said, jerking my chin at the papers.
Pax rubbed his cheek, shook his head, and said, “I don’t remember him at all.”
“Not even a little bit?”
He kept shaking his head. “I have no idea who Tracy is. At one time I did, but not now.”
The look he gave me convince
