“We did.” He sighed heavily and leaned against the counter. “Now we have new ones. Believe me. I’m not happy about it, Gina.”
“Can’t you just explain you’re not working this week? That this is a vacation?”
“No.”
“Well, who is it?”
“Who?”
I clicked my tongue. “The person organizing it.”
“Oh. No one important. I’m not sure they’ll even be there.” He turned away and poured a cup of coffee.
“George.”
“Leave it, Gina.”
Ass. I placed my mug down with a little too much force and stormed into the bedroom. There wasn’t a chance in hell I was going to stay in the room with him in a mood like this.
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