Chapter 33: Liam

"What are you all sad bastard about, Garrison? Someone run over your puppy?" Roan claps me on the back before sliding onto the seat next to me.

Instead of responding, I hoist the bottle of beer I've been working on for the last twenty minutes to my lips before taking a long swallow. Not that I thought it would, but it doesn't make the situation better. It doesn't dull the pain like I'd hoped. Even though it's been a few hours, the conversation-because I can't even say it was a fight-continues to churn in my head.

I've picked up my phone a dozen times and thought about apologizing for getting bent around the axel. It's not like she wasn't right-I told her that I'd give her time, and we could take things slow.

But still...

I need more than what she's willing to give. Even though I didn't realize it before, these feelings have been brewing in me for a while.

When I remain silent, he lifts a brow.

I give him a tight shrug. "Nothing much. Just tired."

He nods in understanding. "Ye