Lisa’s POV
“Are the fittings done?”
Just that.
My fingers tightened around the phone.
“Yes.”
“Good.”
A pause.
Then…
“They should be.”
Something in his tone made my chest tighten.
Not satisfaction.
Expectation.
Like failure wasn’t an option.
“You planned everything without seeing me,” I said quietly.
Another pause.
Longer this time.
Then…
“I don’t need to see you to decide.”
The words landed like a slap.
My throat tightened.
“And what exactly did you decide?”
Silence.
Then…
“That you will fit.”
Something in me snapped.
“I’m not something you picked off a shelf.”
His voice didn’t change.
“Then don’t behave like it.”
My breath caught.
Anger burned through me.
“Do you even know who I am?”
“Yes.”
The answer came instantly.
My heart skipped.
“What does that mean
