Chapter 72 - Fair, unfair!

Liz Walters suppressed the urge to apologize at the last second. Instead, she ground out. “You make it impossible for me to be otherwise.”

“I push you to be better, to anticipate. What you do, or fail to do, is on your shoulders. Not mine.”

A thread of hurt wove through the fabric of her emotions, maliciously eating a hole of her self-righteous anger. She clung to that anger, though, refusing to yield. He wanted to goad a response from her, and she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction.

Snapping her napkin out and laying across her lap before the waiter had a chance, she glared across the table. “You taught me to have broad shoulders.”

He paused, his glass halfway to his lips, and waited.

Liz shrugged. “Broad shoulders were the only way I could ensure I had plenty of room to carry the disappointment you constantly heaped on me.”

Mr. Walters’s eyes hardened dangerously.

Bracing herself, she waited.

His gaze shifted when the waiter appeared at her shoulder and asked for her drink or