Jackass. That had been half the problem in our relationship — he was almost always able to argue rings around me. Which made sense, I supposed, since he was a lawyer and I wasn’t. But it had annoyed the hell out of me when we were together, and it annoyed me even more now that we were divorced.
And as I gazed around the kitchen, I realized he’d screwed me over in yet another way. I’d let the house go this past week, preoccupied with the puppies, and it was something of a disaster. Personal pride wouldn’t allow me to have Tom over with the place looking like a bomb had hit it, and so I was going to have to spend the rest of my day tidying and cleaning up. Good thing I didn’t have any meetings planned, or I would have had to cancel them all.
“Asshole,” I muttered, and made myself get to wo
