Chapter 22
- “Dammit, Clara,” Dennis muttered, grabbing a napkin to wipe the table where the drink had spilled. His tone was somewhere between annoyed and resigned like this wasn’t the first time I’d caused a mess.
- I bit my lip, trying not to laugh, but the moment his frustrated sigh escaped, I couldn’t help it. Laughter bubbled out of me uncontrollably.
- He shot me a look. “Why are you laughing?”