It was beginning to look as if there was no salvaging whatever it was they had. It was a bit of a shame considering just how well they knew each other physically. Holsten would certainly miss it but he knew how incredibly stubborn he was and it looked as if she was, too. Neither of them was going to admit defeat.
He was ready to leave himself, having even picked up his glass to finish the rest of his whiskey when she spoke again. Her tone and words caused the hair on the back of his neck to stand on end. He hated being referred to as that. Mr. Falk was his father. His oldest brother maybe. But never him. He was Holsten, Falk or even Holly but never Mr. Falk.
"No," he said, perhaps a bit too sternly as his hand shot out to grasp her around the wrist to stop her from leaving, "You don't get to just up and leave again." He wasn't even sure what more there was to say but for whatever reason he wasn't ready for it to be the end.
He was ready to leave himself, having even picked up his glass to finish the rest of his whiskey when she spoke again. Her tone and words caused the hair on the back of his neck to stand on end. He hated being referred to as that. Mr. Falk was his father. His oldest brother maybe. But never him. He was Holsten, Falk or even Holly but never Mr. Falk.
"No," he said, perhaps a bit too sternly as his hand shot out to grasp her around the wrist to stop her from leaving, "You don't get to just up and leave again." He wasn't even sure what more there was to say but for whatever reason he wasn't ready for it to be the end.