“Wendy, listen to me. I screwed up big
time.”
She sighed and held the phone away from her
ear. Here we go again, Jeffery and his endless I’m sorry, take me back, never do such a fool thing again, forgive me crap.
She leaned her head back on the cushion and let the warm water seep through her
achy bones, only half listening.
Who knew cooking could be such a physically
exhausting activity? She had always been exhilarated by it when she cooked at
home or for parties. She had even had a grand old time in the Picadillo’s
kitchen. All the folks there were such fun to work with and so helpful and
eager to please. Of course, that was once they realized Wendy was nothing whatsoever like
Viktor the dragon.
