“You two are not going to fight over that damn garage, and I’m not going to be a mediator. Work it out like adults.”
Marc covered his eyes, his cheeks warming. Lacie had a grade-school teacher voice that made him feel small and embarrassed. “We’re not fighting over anything,” he promised.
“You’re not?”
“No,” Sora answered.
“Oh.” Lacie’s voice lightened. “Sorry guys. Part of the reason we were looking for new roommates is because our last ones acted like children and couldn’t get along. I am not having that s**t again.”
“Can I go?” Sora asked, jabbing a thumb toward the stairs.
“Yes.”
Once he was out of earshot, Marc attempted to apologize. “I didn’t mean—”
“No, no, my mistake,” Lacie said, though something in her voice or demeanor said she knew he was full of s**t.
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