"Evangeline . . ."
Evangeline turned and glanced at him. She raised her brow in what Calvin hoped was a signal of a pleasant surprise.
He stood beside her and asked, "How do you find my yacht?"
. . . Ah . . . He was supposed to ask how she was doing.
Evangeline focused her gaze elsewhere in an attempt to ignore the source of the new annoyance.
"I don't know why you ask me that. Do you want me to say how awesome, luxurious, and befitting this superyacht is to your standing?"
Calvin heard the sarcasm in Evangeline's tone, not that she was attempting to hide it. His lips pressed into a white slash before he asked a question that has a painfully obvious answer.
"You're still nursing a grudge against me, aren't you? I mean, I get it. I was a jerk and immature back at that time. And I . . ." He paused when the words got stuck in his throat. But he still forced it out, nonetheless.
". . . I apologize."
