“I know, it’s my fault. I apologize. I thought I was helping.” Burnett, arms still crossed over his chest, stared down at her. “What’s your fault?” “This,” she said, suddenly wishing she hadn’t been so gung ho to take the blame. Then again, accepting responsibility was right. Burnett stared down at her as the seconds passed, which only intensified Kylie’s growing need to fill the silence. “Okay, look,” she said. “I’m the one who told Perry to cut in on Miranda and Clark.” He nodded. “Yeah, I heard that. I was in the office.” Kylie frowned, wondering if he’d also eavesdropped on her conversation with Lucas. He dropped his arms to his sides, making him appear less intimidating. “But that doesn’t make it your fault.” “So you didn’t have me hang back to read me the riot act about starting this mess?” “No.” He reached down and snatched two chairs upright and motioned for her to sit down. “Am I in trouble for something else?” she asked as she sat down.
