He kicked his scuffed his foot against the floor looking for all the world like a schoolboy being scolded. “Okay. Sorry … and stuff.”
“Slightly better.”
“So we done here? We good?” he asked, already moving toward the door.
“Can I tell Tom Monday suits you?”
“Lena! Shit.” He made a noise of sheer exasperation. “Why?”
The words stuck in my throat. I could have choked on them which was probably a better fate than letting them out, all things considered. The tension coiled inside of me, huge and horrible. If only I could have disappeared into thin air.