Audrey prided herself in being a patient person. She didn't get anxious on long queues at the grocery store or device nefarious means to cut lines. But if Deckard remained silent for a second more she would go berserk and claw her hair out in frustration.
She stared up at his broad back, willing him to turn around. To face her. If Tristan hadn't fled the scene she'd have had better chances of getting the explanation she deserved. Deckard chose to be his usual, nail-scratching self. Tight-lipped and igniting.
They'd barely said a word to each other since the confrontation yesterday. In fact, she'd neither seen nor heard a word of him before getting into his car for the trip here.
She felt she owed him an explanation for her choices, and maybe a light apology just to quell her guilt, but the man was making it hard for her to actually work up the courage to do any of that.
