“You are insufferably annoying.”
“Yet here you are.” I rested my hands at her waist and leaned forward. “Suffering.”
She gave a short, sharp exhale from her nose that might have been indignance or amusement, and I helped her into the pickup for the third time today.
It wasn’t the worst thing in the world to do from my point of view.
She got in and looked over at me. “Can you take me to the pub?”
I leaned against the door and smirked. “Awfully forward of you to ask me out.”
“I don’t remember asking you to come with me.” She blinked innocently at me. “Feel free to go yourself, but you’ll not find much conversation with me. I’ve spent more than enough time with you today.”
“After I saved your arse, too.” I clutched my hand to my chest. “You wound me.”
“You know what? I’ll walk.”
“Before you get out,” I said, blocking her. “Do you know how to get there from here?”
She paused, one foot on the lower step. She bit the inside of her cheek and slowly pulled her foot back inside the truck, diverting her gaze.
“I didn’t think so.” I stepped back with a grin and shut the door, then walked around and got in myself. “Let’s go, munchkin.”
“Never call me that again.” She glared at me.
“What? Now that you’ve made it clear how much you like it?” I smiled and pulled away. “I’m going to call you it every day.”
CHAPTER TEN – SOPHIE
Meltdown Imminent
I sat at the bar and looked at Cait. “How on Earth can you be friends with that man?”
Caitlyn blinked at me. “Good afternoon. How was your day, Sophie?”
“Oh, don’t get me started. I think I’m about to have a mental breakdown.”
She glanced above the door where the clock hung and said, “Glass of wine?”
“Might need a bottle.” I sank my fingers into my hair and dropped my head down.
I was so tired.
Today had been non-stop thinking and working, and all the drama that had ensued over this party made it very clear to me that I was not cut out for a job that involved this many people.
No.
I was better off in an office. With walls. And a telephone I could send to an answering machine.
This whole thing where everyone had an opinion and things could be miscommunicated? No, thank you. That was not for me.
I peered up and saw Cait put a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc and a glass in front of me.
“I’d advise some food, too,” she added with a twinkle in her eye. “Yes? The bottle? You can take it with you if you don’t finish it.”
“Hit me.” I sat up straight and watched as she uncapped the bottle.
“So, what happened that made today so bad? How can a holiday be so stressful?”