Chapter Fourteen
“Happy birthday!” Greg cried when I stepped into the house.
I gave him a weak smile. It’d been a long day at Jitters. I’d kept screwing up the orders. Even Lou was getting impatient. I couldn’t get Flapper Girl’s words out of my mind, and it was pissing me off. And to make matter’s worse, I didn’t know whether to chew Cooper out and tell him to keep his date off my back or ask him if he was okay.
“Yeah, whoopee.” I whirled my finger in the air and flopped onto a beanbag. There was a loud rip and beans spilled onto the floor.
“Greg, do me a favor and just knock me out or something.” I threw my head back, closing my eyes. This was so not my day. Or week.”
Or year!
“You look like you could use this.” I opened my eyes to the bottle of wine he dangled above me.
Propping
