“None taken,” I mumbled.
“But no matter how hot your brother is, I value our friendship more than my itch,” she said defensively.
“Then why is he calling you instead of me?”
“Are you jealous of me now? Did you even check your phone?”
“Cut the crap, Kat.”
“Why are you here anyway? Aren’t you supposed to be at the lab?”
Arella sighed deeply. Her shoulders drooped. “I’m fired.”
Shit!
“What? You can’t be fired,” Kat asked in a disbelieving voice.
“It’s all my fault,” I admitted, grimacing.
“Not entirely,” Arella defended.
“Wait a minute. Did you happen to punch Duke?” Kat’s face lit up at me, then she laughed again. The tension in the air suddenly vanished like a cloud of smoke.
“I was about to, but my lawyer advised me not to interfere. Why?”
“It’s nothing, Skip. Let’s go out to
