"Fuck," she murmured, looking down at her plate and setting her own cutlery down before covering her face with a hand. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Clark. You... Jesus. You haven't done anything to deserve mega-bitch mode. Or bitch-lite. Or bitch anything."

And yet here she was, subconsciously trying to sabotage the best thing in her life. "I'm sorry." She looked up at him, taking in a slow breath.