27 CAMRYN“Let me get this straight,” Anna says with her hands on her hips.
Leaning back in my office chair, I gesture for her to go ahead. The beginning of a headache stirs in my temples and I press my fingertips there, hoping to stave it off, at least for a few more hours until I’m home.
“So you’re mad at Sterling because he kissed the daylights out of you, fed you gelato and then paid all your bills. Wow, yeah, what a dirt bag.” Then she grins, wickedly.” I’ll marry the dirt bag tomorrow.”
When she words it like that . . . Pressing the heels of my hands against my eyes, I take a deep breath and end up bursting out in laughter.
“You can’t say things like that, Anna!”
She shrugs. “What? Let’s call a spade a spade. Now the question is . . . did he do it well?”
I raise one brow in her
