CHAPTER 31
"Wait a minute, Grace--first, you made it sound like I'd never met the guy and now you're saying it's Christopher? What's the deal?"
Grace looked pissed, but I was, too. She wasn't playing fair.
"I only said that so you'd give him a chance instead of rushing to judgment--like you did. Like you always do."
"Well, I wouldn't have said that if I'd known who it was." I walked over to the conference table to pour myself some water. "Now I look like the mean jerk."
"Yeah, you do," she said, slamming her desk drawer for emphasis.
"Grace," I shot back, "It's your life, do what you want. I was only trying to help. I'll keep my opinions to myself from now on."
"There's a novel idea," she sniped back.
"Wow!" I said. "You totally set me up and somehow this is now my fault. It's not
