Chapter 43

• “Good.” Leaning back in the chair, he crossed his arms over his chest and pinned her with a stern glare. “Now, let’s talk about this morning.”
• God, she just wanted this part over with so she could get her ass blistered. She craved the safe, loved feeling she knew would come when he finally took her in his arms and forgave her. “Do we have to? I screwed up. We fought. End of story.”
• “Hardly. I spent an hour on the phone with Mr. Jackson this morning, unruffling his feathers. Do you have any idea how much I wanted to reach through the phone and strangle that pompous ass?”