Trina’s already there, loading the cocktail table arrangements into delivery boxes. She stops short when she sees my face. “What’s wrong, boss?”
I dump my handbag on the counter and run a trembling hand through my hair. “Eric left his badge on my windshield this morning.”
She gapes at me. “Holy s**t! He was at your apartment? Isn’t that a violation of the restraining order?”
“I don’t know. The order says he has to stay at least three hundred feet away from me. But I was parked down the street because there’s never any stupid parking at my place. And I don’t even know if it counts if I don’t see him.”
“But leaving his badge, that’s like, intimidation or something! Seeing as how you’re the one who got him fired!”
I shoot her a death glare. “Thanks a lot.”
“I don’t mean he didn’t deserv
