“I can carry the steps back and forth,” I protested.
“Two. No problem.” James whipped out his phone, typed furiously, then tucked it back.
“At least let me pay—”
“We’re good.” James hit me with a hard stare, as if daring me to argue.
Pick your battles. Something I’d learned early on in my life. I smiled. “Thank you. I’m sure we can find a way to work things out.”
Pick your battlesHe blinked, clearly having expected a fight. “Yeah, for sure. So, Jordan’s coming over Saturday afternoon. He’s got no problem with the two of us being here for the lesson. He won’t even charge us extra.” He grinned.
I managed a smile. Everything felt so f*****g exhausting.
“Why don’t I take Chambord out?”
She perked up at her name and leapt off my lap, sort of face-planting on the floor. As usual, she pi
