He didn’t even flinch. “You think it would fit?”
“I hate you.”
“Same.” His grin was calm, collected, beautiful. “I think one of the guests had an issue with the shrimp. Try not to make the mess worse.”
“I think I can manage some indigestible shrimp.”
“Oh, he digested it all right,” was the last thing Rip said as he walked off and started saying goodbye to guests and talking with the caterer.
One week.
I could handle Rip for one week.
Besides, I had two adorable children to distract me.