CHAPTER 11
LILLY
“No,” Bruce barks—which hey, is in the spirit of him playing a dog.
“Putting yourself in the dog’s shoes is the best way to learn,” I explain.
His lips press into a white s***h. “I’ll just rely on my imagination.”
I rub my eyebrows because I feel a headache coming on, only to recall that I shouldn’t draw attention there. People like Frida Kahlo are famous for their prominent eyebrows, but I consider mine man-deterrents.
Not that I care what this particular man thinks.
Nope. The opposite. In fact, maybe I should fluff them up in front of him?
“What, no comeback?” he asks.
I snort humorlessly. “Do people like you even have an imagination?”
“Do people like you have any tact?” He stomps off the carpet and slides his feet into his shoes.
“I’m tactful enough not to ca
