Chapter Seven
Grace
While my mind was kicking these thoughts around, Boone began talking. “I need to say this before what I say next. I’m not trying to pressure you. I just want you to know the whole story. I also need to say that I’m sorry. There were a lot of things I couldn’t control. But I panicked, and that made everything worse.”
The moment he started to speak, my focus locked onto him. My heart kicked up to a wild, drumming beat, while anxiety churned in my stomach. Gripping my glass, I lifted it to take another swallow. “Okay.” I set my glass back down, releasing it to lace my fingers together.
Boone waited as if he were giving me a chance to—I didn’t know—tell him to shut up and get the hell out of my apartment. “Go on,” I urged.
I knew Boone and I had to have a reckoning, as
