Chapter 22
Reese sat on the couch the next morning while I prepared our breakfast. He only wore gray sweatpants so his muscled body was on display. He grabbed the remote off the coffee table, pointed it to the TV, and pressed the power a few times.
"Baby, your clicker needs new batteries."
"I had to cancel the cable because I couldn't afford to pay for that and all the fundraiser stuff," I admitted. My neck felt warm.
He studied me for a second. "Didn't know things were that bad. What happened to that vendor you were working with?"
The flush of humiliation crept up my neck to my face. I really don't want to talk about it. "It...ahh...didn't work out." My voice got all pitchy. I tried for nonchalance but ended up making a face. "He reconsidered working with me."
"So you ain't worked s
