“You too, Harrison. I was just getting to know this lovely lady. But I think I see my husband trying to eat more of those bacon-wrapped scallops. And he knows his cholesterol is a problem!”
She hurried off at that, leaving me surprisingly anxious to face Harrison alone.
I forced myself to feign nonchalance as I sipped my champagne.
When he said nothing, I decided I was going to need to.
“I’m not going to apologize.”
“I wasn’t expecting you to.”
“He’s a dick.”
“He is,” Harrison agreed.
“And I think it’s shitty that none of you said anything.”
“You’re right. It was.”
“I don’t care that you had some business deal with him. Wrong is wrong.”
“I don’t disagree.”
“Marg is delightful.”
“She is.”
“Why are you being so nice?” I snapped, narrowing my eyes at him.
“Am I supposed to be mad at you?”
“I insulted your business partner.”
“He had it coming.”
“He called me a bitch,” I said, watching his face.
“He did. And I will no longer be pursuing that business venture with him.”
“Because he thinks I’m a bitch?”
“Because he thought he could call you that.”
God, why did he have to continue to be a good guy in literally every other way but signing my annulment papers?
“You’re supposed to be annoyed.”
“I am.”
“At me.”
“That’s not going to happen.”
“Sure it is. I’m really good at pissing people off.”
“By being a good person?” He asked, making a sound escape me that was dangerously close to a growl. “Did you forget to eat?” he asked.
“Yes, but I’m not annoyed because I’m hungry.”
