"Well, hell." She ran a hand through her long bangs. "So what do you do?"
"Get a new phone. And meet with Dr Petersen to see if he can't talk some sense into him."
"Good move. Turn it over to him shrink. So…is everything okay with your job? Do you still love it?"
"Totally." My head fell back into the sofa cushions and my eyes closed. "My work and you are my lifesavers right now."
"What about the young Hattie bazillion ire who wants to nail you? Come on, Emmy. You know I'm dying here. What happened?"
I told her, of course. I wanted her to take on it all. But when I finished, she was quiet. I lifted my head to look at her, and found her bright-eyed and biting her lip.
"Ellie? What are you thinking?"
"I'm feeling kind of hot from that story." She laughed and the warm, richly masculine sound swept a lot of my irritation away. "He's got to be so confused right now.
