“Well, I can’t ask Chaz, now can I?” Beau gave Ann-Marie a significant look. “We already had this argument last week, and I don’t want to have it again.”
“Not entirely sure that I don’t agree with him, much as it pains me to say it.”
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why does it pain you?”
“Because he’s a jerk, Beau,” Ann-Marie snapped. Laboriously, she punched in the number he’d given her. “Which you would know, if you bothered to come to the meetings anymore.”
Beau loftily ignored that; Ann-Marie had been trying—desperately hard at some points—to get him to ask about the meetings, but he wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction. If she wanted him to know, she could just f*****g tell him, rather than playing around.
She listened to the phone. “It’s ringing.”
Beau studied the sky while they wai
