Chapter 44
March 2014
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“BUT THEN – GET THIS – he said to me, 'Ma'am, I think you've had enough.' So I turned to him, fully intending to tell him I hadn't had half of what I wanted, and not nearly enough, and promptly vomited all down his snooty front,” Janet shrieked with laughter.
“Jesus, Jan. What did Paul say?” Logan crumpled up another sticky note reminding him to buy milk, and glared at the black coffee in front of him. He really should have put the damn note on the car, not the fridge.
“Oh, you know Paul.”
He did know Paul. The guy was as reserved as any he'd ever met in his life. “Yeah. I take it he wasn't happy?”
“He's been sleeping in the spare room the past three nights. Ugh,” she sighed. “Who knew marital bliss could be so...blissless?”
“Is that a word?”
