~Reo’s~

“You ever get tired of being right, O’Neal?”

Reo stands in the middle of the penthouse living room. His arms are loose at his sides, and his jaw is tense but not clenched. He’s trying. Really trying. The apology’s burning on the tip of his tongue, but it doesn’t want to come out easy…not after years of bottling up his pride.

Jennie doesn’t look up from the binder in her lap. She’s curled into one side of the long cream sofa, with her legs bent under her and an unreadable expression on her face. But he knows she hears him. Her fingers stop flipping the page.

“I was wrong,”...