Chapter 93

• She slid me a sideways glance and her eyes flashed fiercely at me.
• “So… we’re good?” I asked, a little nervously.
• She laughed again, brittle. “Of course. Like I said, no biggie. You’re not that hot, you know. And just because you’re rich and successful – I’m not so shallow that I give a shit about that stuff.” She jabbed her plastic spoon hard into the fruit smoosh. “You don’t have to make it quite so clear you think I’m a money-grabbing gold digger who’s going to ensnare you into a relationship, you know. It was only one misguided act of passion on a kitchen counter. And it wasn’t even that good, so…” She filled the bottle and began shaking it vigorously – like anger therapy.