Lizzy storms out of the workshop and I’m about to follow her as Tamara comes into the room. She looks my way. She’s not amused. Definitely not amused.
“Hunter. I need to talk to you. My office.” She walks, her strides short and measured.
Uh-oh. I follow her. I feel like a little kid who is about to get scolded, and I’m pretty sure that is exactly what is going to happen.
“Close the door.” Tamara stands at her desk, unpacking her bag.
I close the door but keep standing. I’m not sure I should sit down for this.
“What the hell happened? What were you thinking?” She puts her hands on her hips, anger flaring in her eyes.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t…” I wasn’t thinking. I didn’t think it would upset Lizzy this much.
“No. It’s obvious you weren’t thinking.” She shakes her hair over her shoulder.
