Mia balanced a coffee cup in one hand and nudged the conference room door open with the other. “You guys started without me?”
Naomi looked up from the sea of packaging samples spread across the table. “We were about to. Ethan was just explaining why clients exist solely to make our lives miserable.”
“It’s true,” Ethan said. “No reasonable person asks to compare seventeen different shades of white.”
“They’re not white,” Naomi said. “They’re ivory.”
“They’re expensive white.”
Mia laughed as she pulled out the chair between them. “I leave you two alone for five minutes…”
“For the record,” Ethan said, “I’m winning.”
“You’ve never won an argument with me.”
“I choose not to remember those occasions.”
Mia shook her head, still smiling as she set her coffee down. The three of them had bec
