Twelve
“No! I’m not going out there.” Max planted his feet and refused to move.
Freya stopped and turned to him, eyes blazing like she had a boatload of other things to do right now and wouldn’t stand for his rebellion. “Fine then, you’re fired.”
His gaze skittered to the curtain again, the quiet seclusion so close but so far. He wanted to disappear again, but not as much as he wanted to keep his apartment. “Look, please don’t fire me. It’s just, there are some people out there I’d rather not see. People I haven’t told about my situation yet.”
The skin over her cheekbones eased, and a sudden laugh cracked past her lips. “And you want me to ask Ed to shoulder the entire floor, all so you can save some face?”
He gave a cringy sort of smile. “Would you?”
“Pfft. No.” She jerked her chin
