He blows me a kiss and lights another cigarette.
“Okay. We’ll do this some other time.”
“Wait! Don’t hang up! I need to talk to you!”
From the corner of my eye, I see Antonio’s smile. It’s so big it can probably be seen from outer space. I turn on my heel and stalk off the production room floor and into my office, slamming the door behind me.
“What was that noise?” asks Kimber.
“I closed a door.”
“Closed? Sounded like you put some stank on it.”
“I have no idea what that means. What have you decided about my offer?”
When she hesitates, I feel like my chest might explode.
“Well . . .” she drawls, torturing me. Then she relents. “I suppose I can survive two dozen kisses from you if it means getting my designs back.”
I sink slowly into my desk chair. I loosen my tie another few inche
