I knew spending all Friday working for Brett was going to destroy my chances at putting on a good show for Saturday’s picnic. Wyatt wanted everything I’d brought him at the last tasting, but I couldn’t do it. I needed to cut some of the options if I was going to get anything done.
Which really pissed me off.
I went into Brett’s office Friday morning wanting to staple his a*s to the wall. He was charming and sweet and friendly, but all it did was grate on my nerves.
“How are you, Abby?”
“Pretty shitty, thanks to you.”
He gave me that smarmy smile. “You’ll come to realize none of this is my fault, Abby. I’m handing you a huge opportunity. If you can’t handle it, that’s not on me.”
“It is when you drag me away from it.”
He shrugged. “If you can get everything done that I need, you can
