Chapter 8: Dinner with Max
“You’re what?” Val’s voice was so loud, Kit held the phone away from his ear. “You can’t cancel our family dinner. What’s Ebon going to think?”
“Like I said, he’s invited, too. And you said you wanted me to meet someone.”
Val sucked in a deep breath. Kit held the phone further out, but she said nothing for a moment, probably counting to ten under her breath. When she spoke again, her voice was at a more normal volume.
“I did say that, didn’t I?” She let out a sigh. Kit heard the clatter as she typed away on her keyboard, probably on f*******: with her nursing friends, or “googling” for some sort of gory disease for her job. “I suppose I shouldn’t complain, then. Why don’t you invite Max to dinner with us next week, though? We can still have family time. I’ll
