Living with Adrian Cole was beginning to feel like participating in a very expensive war.
Every single day came with a new argument.
Sometimes serious.
Sometimes ridiculous.
Sometimes both at once.
And somehow, neither of them seemed capable of stopping.
Three days after the hospital incident, Zara stood inside the massive dressing room staring angrily at the coffee stain spread across one of her favorite dresses.
“This is your fault.”
Adrian did not even look up from his laptop.
“That sounds unlikely already.”
Zara held up the ruined dress dramatically. “Your coffee attacked me.”
That finally made him glance up.
“How exactly did my coffee attack you?”
“Because you distracted me.”
Adrian looked unimpressed. “You walked directly into the table.”
“Because you were talking.”
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