Dermot's pov.
I could only blame myself for what was happening. It was all my fault that Carter was barely speaking to me.
I mean, the whole point of going away on a trip was to reconnect and bond so that he grows attached to me, who knew that I would end up driving him away by myself. It was messed up on so many levels.
He has barely spoken to me ever since he walked away from me, I wouldn't blame him. I accused him of lying to my face when I am the one holding a huge secret.
He took his things to the guest house and has stayed there, we don't drive to work together and we barely speak, not even a good morning. He is gone by the time I wake up and he is asleep when I come in, it's like he was deliberately trying to avoid me.
Again, I wouldn't blame him.
My behavior surprised me, the words spilling out of my mouth like I had no control over them.
